Of A Wandering Mind
As I lay here still awake
My mind begins to wander.
It travels through my thought,
Picking out those thoughts
Some, I do not care to remember.
Yet, I have no choice,
As my mind is its own.
I think of him as a smile
Slowly captivates my lips.
The way he smiles so sweetly
The words he speaks
His incomparable perfection
Makes me wonder why he chose me.
But I wouldn’t trade him for the world
Soon my mind wanders over
To the guitar, sitting by the staircase.
I think of earlier today
When I played with them.
Was I good enough?
Would they want me to stay?
I wonder what they were thinking.
Again my thought train switches track
As a message pops onto my screen.
A friend, saying he broke his foot,
And soon, telling me about her.
I feel that I’m just an outlet to him,
One to tell his problems.
Without an end in sight.
The thoughts I think tonight
The first real thoughts in awhile
As I have gone through this week mindless,
Overcome by anxious thoughts.
I slip into a blissful silence
As sleep takes my body for it’s own
As I tell my story through my thoughts
