In my daydreams I took to wandering; the byways of my mind.
Fleeting whispers of cobwebs bridging the passing of time.
Each strand a memory, a chord tinkled on the anvil of life

There is a note I'��m looking for, a little ways off the beaten track.
Perhaps a dream of dreams, hidden behind a wispy veil.
A road I can but imagine; only in the past.

Tomorrow can come as it may; each day dealt at random, or slid
out from the bottom of the deck. A handful of aces, wheres the fun of that?
"I can always fold or stack."