I Often Sit and Ponder

I often sit up and ponder My mind free to wonder, Of a future not too yonder Where under life’s thunder; Nature is free to plunder! But through man’s magic The events aren’t tragic. In one way fantastic Yet, in another drastic! Would you be nostalgic? As I lie in my hibernation I envision your visitation Hear the rhetorical conversation, Or, is that a vivid hallucination From my present desolation I might be feeling alone Maybe just, a hormone? What is my current tone? To you it seems unknown. It's one that calls for home! When nature is free to plunder, Would you, for me, be nostalgic? When I feel desolation Would you call me home? Into your arms!