10 minute sonnet 005, 05-22-2016 "I lay the words out randomly"

I lay the words out randomly as though
I know there's hidden order- I'm no thrall
to meaningless babble, my color's shawl
a beautiful filter, a sweet aloe

that calms the vagrant fires. Bellows fragrance
the heat of soul doth aim- the stouted trout
and sands will rot, the hottest suns without
focus could not cook an egg, thus askance

the fires dance until they find the bread
of life- It's purpose! it's the precious choice
to find meaning in all. There's a Rolls Royce
on either fork in the road, or there's lead

in your boots wherever you tread. Belie
the negative- If you can't see... just try!