it is one of those times when my mind races
going tons of places until I am exhausted and it finds something else it chases
searching for spaces
spaces of pieces in peace
as I slip I tighten my shoe's laces
seeing many people around me
i stare in their faces
with this looping mind
new thoughts get erased and wasted
scooping my moments inside their own placement
tossing them around and walking by adjacent
i'm looking at moss on the ground and visualizing a soft safe basement,
tell me, am I insane or just merely complacent?
like a breeze without a care
wind through my hair
beyond despair
in this moment's lair
somewhere new
an ocean blue
in the unknown of souls I never knew
wherever my gaze so choose
as a fast man on the road
hopping like a toad
imagination the abode
warm or cold
feeling deep embraces
greeting fresh faces
exploring spaces
inside elsewhere, my mind chases.
About the Creator
b. h.
the lost words of b.h.
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