As I feel words failing me,
And I succumbing to their tyranny,
As enchantment wraps me up,
Into a dozy state of oblivion,
I rummage through my mind,
And sail through my heart,
‘What am I feeling right now?’
I just wish I knew.

Conjuring images of clouded skies,
Littered pathways, pathetic people,
I walk through them, into them,
Living in them for a while,
There’s a charm being in an unknown place,
In the absurd transport of my mind,
I’m just watching where it goes,
It brings to me pictures,
Of people I love,
Of those I never could understand,
Of difficult times, happy moments,
Of unique expressions on known faces,
They are stamped in my memory,
It’s amazing to be where I actually am not,
Standing the testimony of my mind’s eye,
I’m watching it like a stealthy cat,
Tiptoeing on the marbled floors
Of its very queer existence.

Sometimes it feels like a lone leaf,
On a huge autumn-shaded tree,
Deserted, undesired, left alone,
The mind is just not green,
In verity it feels like a huge hurricane,
Clasping my throat, tightening my torso,
Like mad hounds do thoughts speed,
Wearing away the peace of my mind.

I am now sailing on its boat,
It’s taking me to lovely sites,
Dwelling in the seas of my mind,
And then I dive in,
Into the sea, and unto its eternity,
And it’s when I pick up a glistening pearl,
That the lashing waves quietly still,
My apparent sojourn?
A voyage? A cruise? Nay,
A tour across the inner world,
Abruptly and thankfully ends.