Pondering?

MY thoughts on a dreary morning

What shall  I say?
Shall I ponder the perplexities of life?
Shall I recite philosophy?
Will you listen?
Or will my words float by like wind in autumn?
And in being taken by wind will they fly to an open mind?
Or will they be the key that pens mind?
My ponderings will fall and rise as I
for I am the wind
that carries them