In the lost…

About this poem

The way of being “open” I was left out in the open for show and tell. I waited to be greater and for all to betroth, Yet the time can terrorize as well as entrap. I wonder if searching if I got it like that. The search is going on, Will I see you again my friend? I wonder if life will go on, Or will the time tell again? So as one attribute fades, Go back in the serades, Going on to the parades, The fella that seems , Joining teams, The serades, So much charisma, So much builder self esteem. They wonder if the earth is of the quintessence, Joining teams. I wonder if the time is getting older? The fine parchment of humankind, Lost yet shall find, In the microscopic time of mind. I wonder if I shall get the new age yet, Yet as the life shall seem, I wonder if the wages of time shall grin? The dealings of self? The wages of truth? The deception of seekers? The dreams of many. The times of the infinite. Look what dwells within me. Going straight as ever, Seems very clever, They said whatever? Factual and actual, Where can I befriend the righteous? The real and right time. The point of no return. The pleasant and the recent, Yet did I “keep” it recent? Silly rabbit got a habit. Lil miss muffet eating her curds and whey, Yet they are not knowledgeable to this day, They turned around and said “hey”!1! more »