What are you
Randomness sought
An errant Hobe
A feature in my thoughts
Randomness and sanity
Prized in someone's vanity
What are you
A difficult path
A paved one at that
The way of my thoughts
Roberts poem, Hocus Pocus
Thinking aloud for the road not taken
What are you
A constant glitch
A diety's uneven stitch
The place of my thoughts
Of destiny's play and faiths say
You write your own 'Nay' or 'Aye'
What are you
A merchants dime
The peripheral vice
A fodder to the wise
Near the surrounding close to the blues
Tell me something that they didn't knew
What are you
Keeping me awake tonight
Fighting me by mine
The only thing I thought tonight
Gum tape standard glue
Tell me the balm of my heart anew
What are you
A broken tale
A Shadowed faith
Shining bright but dead
They are my, thoughts that toy
Things that make me sigh!
