Drifts aimlessly

time to sit and stew
to think of everything
but mostly you
and me,
make some tea
leave it to brew
sit and stew
think of you
and find the
tea’s gone cold.

Correct me if I’m wrong
but
nothing matters except matter,
without matter
we would be scattered
to become untied and
unlit atoms
unless atoms are matter,
then nothing matters,
correct me if I’m wrong.

See
whatever we sit and brood on
life still goes on and the
circle
continues.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.