Wandering
As I sit here my mind wanders.
It goes to memories of the past,
were some are great
and others aren't the best.
Next stop is the present,
wondering if everything is going to be ok
and of things happening all at once.
Then on it goes to the future,
of all the things I want to do and see.
Is it possible?
That it could be.
Now back to reality,
to do what has to be done.
How nice it is just to wander away at times.
Copyright © Ashley Abel | Year Posted 2009
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