wandering thought

I wander down trails of thought
what was it that I sought
what is my destination
what pinnacle, what explanation,

for my actions, or disdain
the sleet, the snow, the falling rain
sun on my naked back
the weight of my rucksack pack,

I watch the sunrise turn to dust
someday, indeed, I truly must
find a word for who I am
clearly not one of them,

we watch each other with amuse
a ticking bomb, a lit fuse
feel the thrill, staccato tension
or just a passing brain invention,

whose to say what goal we strive
what spark keeps our soul alive
if I knew I’d order two
one for me, and one for you …