Senseless Days

In senseless ways for days on days She wandered in nomadic haze Gazed upon sporadic strays In clarity to manic craze Want not for more than place to graze Where not one seeks to change her ways To be afloat in sheltered bays With no ask for the tolls she pays Barefoot from sole to soul in case The earth may speak and so amaze To no specific being she prays Untimely good while bad decays While gently down her head she lays Her weary feet can rest and raise Making sense of oh so senseless days