Transient thoughts wander through my mind,
a few of them cruel, but most I think kind.
Transient memories blend with transient dreams;
make my minds world not what it always seems.
As transient pilgrims wander transient plains
my mind wanders off down some wondrous lanes
to find new meanings or ways to get back,
or spy other worlds through fissure or crack.
So I write down the stories of these wandering days
and it helps me decipher some of my life’s ways.
Through poetry, prose and the odd story short
slowly I make sense of the things I’ve been taught,
things I have dreamed and some I just know,
they all come together and from my pen flow
in the form of the lines that I write in this page
which is now for me, my life’s transient stage.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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