Thoughts

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!