Randomness in me

My body is still
and my mind a wanderer.
It wanders in the courtyard of time and space
,and beyond.
Never tired playing
with the old memories.
Some memories to preserve.
Some memories to be ferried
to the world unknown.
Sometimes I wonder,
what drives a man to the war?
Sometimes I feel that I know the answer
but other times I am just lost.
Bear with me my friend,
this is my mind.
It speaks a language
that has no syntax.
I sit down on this chair,
in one of these lazy afternoon.
A cup of coffee,
and my mind is free.