A quid for me thoughts?

A wondering soul lost in life’s corridors
is as happy as I want to be.
A staircase, some windows, a dearth of closed doors
is a thoughtful adventure to me.

I’m never alarmed when my plans go astray
My decisions are made on the spot.
It’s not very often I get my own way
Weather I really need it or not.

The dreams of a poet can stifle his words
As there meanings get lost in the mix
But the reader may find they are free as the birds.
And if not? Then that’s something to fix.

So read on, my critic; paint thoughts in your mind
and remember, I’m just here for food.
You can visit my website, just try to be kind.
To be honest, I really am good 🙂