In the Backstreets of My Mind

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; the railroad tracks visibly rusty The footpath gets dark some days so I walk it with a flashlight. But the days are mostly sunny and bright. Memories always bloom like flowers in spring. They also swirl like a tornado every now and then. When I rise at dawn, a thought runs through the backstreet of my mind... "What's for breakfast?" Submitted for... Strand Select F,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand Date: 02/06/2020 Date written: 09/26/2019