CONTEMPLATIONS OF A WANDERING MIND..

words, there are many,
deeds that compare, few.
it sends your mind spinnin'
when you finally figure what to do.

time, it was always a luxury,
alas i've let it go waste.
will be paying the dues for long,
but then, i always expected it.

an idea, a thought, a want;
a wish, a worry, a word-
all, constant companions for long.
yet today i sit here musing,
what are they really worth?

the world's a stage and we but actors,
or so said the Bard.
sigh, someone please tell the director
i've misplaced my cue card.

the plot has been lost, the script distorted
but then again its me, all will be sorted.
the world is a stage, and we mere actors,
performing the play called Life with oh, such ardor.