In The Backstreets Of My Mind
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In the back streets of my mind
I sail in a sea of daydreams
my imagination is sometimes free
to run helter-skelter.
Thoughts of tomorrow haunt me.....
It can be tough to navigate through
this head that thinks for me
There are often traffic jams in the highway
There's rust in the railways
The footpath gets dark some days
so I walk it with a flashlight. But the days
are mostly bright. Vivid memories bloom
like flowers in spring.
They also swirl like a tornado every now and then
When I wake in the morning, a thought
runs through the backstreet
of my mind..."What's for breakfast?"
Date written: 09/26/2019
*Sadly, I wrote this for Silent One's contest too late*
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2019