Wanderings and Wonderings

As I wander through the woods

I gather loose twigs and stones

Until my arms are filled with goods

And spoils and geodes and bones.

When I have had my day of collecting,

I turn around and make my way home,

With far more in my arms than I was expecting,

It feels like too much to add to our biome.

My brain is too full,

With all the mess I've gathered.

My ears feel covered in wool.

There is a fog from all the thoughts my mind has blathered.

I wonder what my mind will look like in years to come

I wonder whether my memories will keep

I wonder whether I will still have some or none

Or all of them stored like piles of paper, stacked by the ream.

I fear I'll no longer wander

I fear I'll fall to pieces

I fear I'll really squander

All of the things I have, and leave them blow in the breezes.