Creases and Lines

Creases and lines offer no ideas,

Is this the part where I'm supposed to,

Reflect on and pick up lessons?

I'm looking up and about,

Maybe within for the answers,

Sometimes the path is hard and dry,

I look up to wonder and peace,

I find myself happy to live,

I'm thinking of what I'll make of,

The distractions and time wasters,

The unblinking and unsteered,

They're here but not my responsibility,

Not my area and I'll stay away forever.