Thoughts

I was waiting for a class to begin and I thought this up. Where do your thoughts go when you are idle? Where they go is where your heart is.

When one is simply waiting,

And has nothing else to do;

What places does the mind travel

What enemies does it slew?

Of witches and of battles,

Of fantasies from out of space;

Of the simple little details,

That whisper, "You aren't saved by grace."