Random Thoughts

Those were the lines you wrote
Though I refused to analyze
They inhabited my thoughts
And how I wish I'd understand.

Was I staring at the illusion
Of someone who waxes and wanes?
Who deftly appeals to my senses
Who leaves me eternally wandering

I would wake up every single day
I would take my slumber every night
I would even count the months and years
Yet forever chasing the mystery of it all.