RAMBLING MEEK MAN

rambling

RAMBLING MEEK MAN

I see prints everyone, be them blue,
human or a grand scheme of magnitude.
I don’t know the difference between
Confucius and confusion- bit obvious..
but I meekly travel on with a smidget
of blithe flirting being on a precipice.

You see, Chaos is my pet grizzly bear.
It gets me down and I get it down with
out measuring the timeless upper hand.
This is alright for me to mosey on like this.
Wise folks always say meek is not weak.
I do like to be brave like Bond, be edgy.

I’ve mapped out my day trip ride on route 15
to pass by brisk snowcapped distant ranges.
Yesterday a big gas tanker blazed the the route,
admirably, it was refurbished by Caltranners
paving a golden path for my sincere junket.
The slots await a rambling meek solipsistic man.