A myriad of images flashes by in my head
I see me, walking into a new building
I see me, amongst strangers,
soon to be those I couldn’t live without
I see me, standing on a stage, performing
I see me, crumbling on a bench, sobbing
Same place, different scenes
I see us, laughing away
I see us, arguing and debating
I see us, happily together
I see us, strangers once again
Point out and identify the colors of things around you, they say
Bring your mind to the present,
To where you actually are
And stay there.
Black; I used that to pen down my erratic thoughts
Red; I wondered about the significance of those roses
Blue; I was transfixed at the idea of soaring through the sky
Grey; never black, never white, it’s always grey
Green; always greener on the other side, isn’t it?
I see myself walking out,
Engulfed in a cloud I created myself.
To have your head in the clouds means you have impractical thoughts
Impractical, unimaginable they may be, but they consume me
There’s a tornado in there now, swirling around until all I can see is a blur
A blur of words, of events, of places, of people
I find myself at my desk again,
Alas, what a mind has been reduced to
Striving for A’s, 100’s and merit is all they’ve been trained to do
Maybe focusing on that, is best for now
Better than the mind wandering,
Getting lost in forbidden forests,
With no way out.