The Insomniac’s Crusade

A poem by Shanerator

I wonder about the world outside

As it moves so truly fast.

The years, they race — a forceful stride.

Vapors. They do not last.

A blink, a flash! Sequences stamped

On memories thus far.

A cinema of events tramp

Through my mind’s boulevard.

I wonder about the things I’ve said

And decisions that I’ve made.

I mull them over in my head:

An insomniac’s crusade.

Am I the outcome of these acts

Or am I Choice Commander?

Someone who truly has impact

…Or just a sole bystander?

I wonder about the ones I spend

My time with day by day.

Those close and far, family and friends:

With whom I work and play.

Will they stay here, and down the road?

In an adjoining lane?

Will something cause streets to erode

And force our paths to stray?

I wonder about the time I’ve used

And the moments I’ve controlled.

How much have I squandered and bruised

This Gift of Life I hold?

“Don’t waste your time,” the adage goes,

It sums up, plain and chaste.

But at what point do these acts transpose

From helpful to sheer waste?

I wonder about the skills I’ve learned;

The talents I’ve received.

Will they prove useful at decade’s turn?

And just what will they achieve?

So much potential that’s in store,

 Lofty goals I could attain.

Yet here I sit and muse, unsure;

These vexing thoughts remain.

I wonder.