A Wandering Idea

We were walking straight
Our thinking was curved
Direction and daydream
Were jumbled and confused

So we decided to turn to tomorrow
And forget everything about the right
But our fate was such
That yesterday blocked our way
And what was left could never be imagined

She said we ought to stop at this thought
'We might be headed to maddness'
I smiled and said
'No dear, just ponder over this path
This road does make sense'