Doodle

do not follow my thoughts
for they do not have direction
no place to go
or rest they simply travel anywhere they want to

searching for nothing at all
they merely
watch without even noting what is there to know

free thoughts
like birds flying on the horizon as though they know where home is

know now my dear
that i am but a spectator of my own dreams
sighing
and breathing and wondering all for its own sake

no use no purpose just looking plainly
on the sand feeling the heat and not looking for any cover

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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