Succumbed To Thinking

I hence meandered aimlessly, Bereft of any thought: My mind as barren as could be, Through mulling o’er naught. But while in cherished moment As I chilled through drifting air, An epiphany, bright and suddenly Did render all so clear. I stopped and stood in rigid form And pondered on this thought ‘till dawn: Flustered state thence settled in As face grew taught with tensioned skin. Then out of poor chaotic brain - Conditioned now to die insane - A second epiphany struck so keen… I’d succumbed to thinking – I simply hadn’t seen!