Wandering The Streets...lostI am wandering the streets of my mind, I am lost. I know what I know but, sometimes I forget what I knew. When I loose my way, my mind goes away as a leaf on the wind. I pick up clues along my flight to nowhere. I try to put the clues together to make sense of my flight but, as I go with the wind, I enjoy the freedom and the scenery...then I wonder, do I want to find my way back to the familier? Should I drop the clues to the ground and fly away? Sometimes I wonder, about my wanderings.
ksunbiz 41-45, M 1 Jun 19, 2012