ramble

Is it because I ramble
On and on about the first idea
That pops into my brain
That unwillingly, I stumble
Onto uncharted territories
and forbidden realms.

Where things that I would rather
Just not know, or acknowledge
live quietly within
The confines of my thoughts
Savage, beastly notions
That I seem to have acquired

Most of them obsolete, praise
The heavens for small blessings,
As these are easily discarded .
More disturbing are, however
New concepts and extrapolations
That seem to rise from thin air

Maybe it’s because I seek
Solace from what happens here and there
And what passes for a living,
That often I tend to think
That I am anything but human
And more like abomination.

And in this my re-creation
Of Eden and Hades past
One hope remains eternal.
If not by act, by sheer omission
That I will redeem myself
While I still have time.