I’m walking and singing

eating pancakes in bed

And I wonder as I listen

to the voices in my head

As they tell me of a journey that is yet to unwind

As I look out the window have I lost my mind?

It wasn’t mine to begin with

Just a treasure on loan

For the time that I wander

Before I finally head home

Have I used it, abused it

Or confused its last tone?

Stubbornly sought solitude

to feel so alone?

Feel like the dark blue wistful sky after sunset on a clear sunny day,

filled with wonder and joy as I view the strong sliver

of the new moon shining unintentionally. It’s just there.