The mind was meant to wander.
Pushing past pre-existing ponders;
Every step scatters, picks apart simple matters
until a complex of complexity acts as temporary shelter.
Observe every particle and pixel,
allow all sides to mix well
as you sleep on the thought for one mere slumber.
Wake up, keep moving, and find the number
of thoughts and perspectives climbing ever higher.
Don't stare at the stairs of thought, climb them!
Don't waste too much time trying to rhyme them,
Let the mind wander and you will discover that
being a nomad sets creative thoughts free.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
The mind was meant to wander.
Pushing past pre-existing ponders;
Every step scatters, picks apart simple matters
until a complex of complexity acts as temporary shelter.
Observe every particle and pixel,
allow all sides to mix well
as you sleep on the thought for one mere slumber.
Wake up, keep moving, and find the number
of thoughts and perspectives climbing ever higher.
Don't stare at the stairs of thought, climb them!
Don't waste too much time trying to rhyme them,
Let the mind wander and you will discover that
being a nomad sets creative thoughts free.
I wrote this for a contest in winter of 2023. Sadly nothing came of fruition, but I'm still rather proud of it.