Inner Thought Transformed into Lovely Poetic

i need no direction
not lost; simply wandering
no not busy,
just need time alone for pondering
this fog brings life
to the dryness once thought dead
perhaps you're the one lost
in complication you willingly be-wed
lost or not
it seems you found something better
the best accident you've ever had
you looked for gold and found all the treasure
the only question that faces you now is
what are you going to do?
you can leave it to be discovered by someone else
or you can take what opportunity has given you
choice number one sounds foolish
until you take romantics into perspective
the hidden treasure meant for no one
no beholder of beautiful eyes collected
now onto the second choice
it seems to be the smarter of the two
but nothing sinks deeper than the blade
held by someone smarter than you
low comparison and high contrast
clearly meet their match with decision
just as action cannot rest
and only follows through with vision

Realizing Mechanics

Confrontation seems merely pointless
To the man whose focus is reading
Romanticism bonds with imagination
He feels no use to go on proceeding
Do not blame the book
Nor should the man take fault
Simple thought elimination
Displays outcomes of bitter salt
Possibilities are purely endless
Realistically possibilities end
There are no other chances
Either pess nor optimism send
Possibly it lies with choice
Simply expelled by pleasant voice
But I’m just a dreamer of the day
So I see wonders and hear noise