Just Thinking

The pure poise of my spirit
Reaches into the imagination
No precise idea why
Something to kill time with I guess.

It has some wisdom of its own
Some authority
And some tact.
It is quick and witty
And is unpredictable;
One foot always
Raised for flight.

Moments of insecurity;
Thinking things not knowing why.
Everything knows its place
And is none the wiser for it.
The possibilities are unlimited.
Ignorance is so secure
Which is nobodies business
Of my private thoughts.

Pant Sets