Span of Time

My attention span it fades
these places I keep seeking
cannot hold my curiosity
my observation zero.

So I remain in the distance
looking far beyond
passing through the darkness
waiting for light to come.

Wishing for what never was
and what may never ever be
waiting for this poetry thing
to unravel and abandon me.

For something new, as I always do
this path of time is my only tell
as I'm left to wander aimlessly
looking for somewhere else to dwell.