Into The Night and Time

Here I am going again,
Into the night and time;
Following ways - in vain,
What I am not - I am.
Stranger in thoughts to be,
Giving and taking some;
Following wings quite free,
Just to again overcome.

Corners turning around,
Confusions missing point;
Something to someone found,
Like a sound of a juke joint.
Quoting words said before,
Letting them flow in easy;
Knowing nothing for sure,
Everything's around breezy.

Centenary forest and city,
Among branching and boughs;
Writers - sometimes so witty,
Growing their torn and rose.
Feelings like arrows in air,
Splitting their crystal curves;
Lying around being a mere,
Coming to please when it serves.