I sought a spot, some unmanned space
designed or not by chance or grace
to rest my feet and slow the pace
of my racing mind.
I chanced upon a grove, untended
its natural beauty unamended
no other things that other men did
to populate my mind.
My eyes fell first upon a wren
I knew not whether cock or hen
a question no, a puzzle then
to occupy my mind.
I ravaged through my recollection
my thoughts flew swiftly in succession
in no control of their progression --
I think I’ve lost my mind.
Revised
I sought a spot, some unmanned space
designed or not by chance or grace
to rest my feet and slow the pace
of my racing mind.
I chanced upon a grove, untended
its natural beauty unamended
a quiet place just as intended
to pacify my mind.
My eyes fell first upon a wren
I knew not whether cock or hen
a question no, a puzzle then
to occupy my mind.
I rifled through my recollection
my thoughts flew swiftly in succession
in no control of their progression --
I think I’ve lost my mind.
(maybe ?)