With My Thoughts

Alone with my thoughts, I wander

Sometimes aimlessly, at times, with purpose

Often, with thought leading on to thought

Or with action the consequence of mental amblings –

Alone with my thoughts, I wonder

At worlds unseen, the by-lanes of inexperience

Places unexplored, territories yet to be charted

And I amble on, a solitary face amidst a sea of people – 

Alone with my thoughts, I trot along

Studying the nuance in a fellow traveller’s countenance

Ruminating the possible reasons for his expressions

And I pause, hesitant; before I pursue further –

Alone with my thoughts, I cease

Trapped by the shifting tides of nostalgia

With its momentary ebbs and flow, peaks and troughs

And I counter the future, by reaching out for the past –

Alone with my thoughts, I venture

Into a landscape of future possibilities

Into the purposeful realms of ambitious hope

And I surge forward, driven by notions of success –

Alone with my thoughts, I meander

Into caves where monsters grasp and groan

At superstition, perdition, and uncertain horrors

And, I plunge, anxiously into an abyss of anguish –

Alone with my thoughts, I fly

Into and past the nebulous clouds of fancy

Creating worlds and characters, forging inventions

And, I saunter, confidently, into a future I’ve created –

Alone with my thoughts, I am the human itinerant

Probing the possibilities of my existence, and

Crafting my own chance and circumstance

As I wander on,…alone with my thoughts -