Oh, Where Does the Mind Go When It Is Lost?
Oh, where does the mind go when it is lost?
When the day’s trite monotonous tone brings
It madness, causing it to fly across
Realities realm as if it had wings;
Flying, soaring to silent streets far gone
From mortal bonds along beautiful shores
Long, long before civilizations dawn,
Running from the beast that is the day’s chores.
Some get lost in pages of books just read
Or in the search to find a poets tone.
Or, searching for the right words never said
To lost loves ones that we have always known.
The mind is not as lost as it would seem
Just dreaming behind my computer screen.
Copyright © Mike Butler | Year Posted 2010
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