These Days

Maybe I've been indolent and all I's
 And maybe you want some answers.
 Tangles and mazes all come unraveled
 When the eyes are aerial
 Only winding terrain surrounds me.
 Dither and droning until you speak.
 Wait if clouds hush me in grayness of their own.
 You allow, they borrow
 Roll and tumble just to blur that gray down below.
 If you let me drift now I'll come back then,
 New and leaving old ways.
 I am sorry if I'm not who I should be these days.
 Maybe I'll land unfettered and all eyes
 And maybe you'll shake the ground up.
 Tremors and quaking break from the bottom.
 And over new piles you'll lead me out.
 Wait if clouds hush me in grayness of their own.
 You allow, they borrow
 Roll and tumble just to blur that gray down below.
 If you let me drift now I'll come back then,
 New and leaving old ways.
 I am sorry if I'm not who I should be these days.