A Process Of Thought

I sit here and stare with a steady glare
and wonder about all the things I dearly care.

It comes to me; I don’t know quite where but,
to be honest,
it feels rather strange knowing all these moments of range.

With this insight,
I can take a slice of what can or could be deranged.

So here I go with a supernatural glow;
pampering on the temptation of know.

It’s nearly done!
Some words of intellectual none.