nonsense

upon a trip
at a different gait
seemingly across the land, i skate.
oh heavens, let me not be late,
for i know not, to this story, a plot
but i do ponder, this a lot.
 
round and round
this way and that
is that the door?
or is it the trap?
could you tell me that...
 
listening to the clues,
it says i have nothing to lose.
so i listen and listen more,
to all your written word, for which i adore.
 
study and re-hash
memorize and take note
to all of which, you spoke.
 
twisted upon my brain
of which i can't ascertain.
 
nonsense... is the plan for the day.