THE PROCESS THE PATH

Would that I could spend my days

thinking, dreaming

wondering how worst to get

from A to Z,

taking whatever path best

suited my imagination

at that hour.

Would that I knew

what I wanted,

but cared little to pursue it,

prefering to fly

hither and yon,

on wings of delusion

alluding to what I've read

and heard

and considered last week.

Would that I had a different path to take

that this groundbound place,

so familiar

so worn

so proper.

If only I knew a different way...