wanderings , of thy mind
couldnt but see, refused to find
floating in that thought
failed to find the way
tried to get the key
to that proverbial lock

wandering ...... in the past
of the life taht i thought
adn should not
the cliched window , into the soul
appeared to self , teh endless hole

i ask myself
looking at the sky
why the atars still shine
when the moon comes by
why they still shimmer
in the moon lit night
couldn be better
couldn be more bright1