Scribbling!

Scribbling:

"Floating beyond mist and haze

Amidst waves, dazed,

Mulling upon, behind what and where

One let the boat go off the hook

And let flow across, valleys and trenches

Woods, hills, fields, a maze

To have no rays, but rage

For seen-unseen, dark alleyways

Staggering along, astonished, amazed

Listening to footsteps marching away

Unable to hold, aching to ask

Did one stop to look at, did one pass by

Did one just played the play by that stage..."