"Daydreaming" by Nicholas Brennan

Daydreaming.

Of mars.

Of Gods.

Of everything that’s not here.

It’s impossible for my mind not to wander.

Drifting ---

Like ice in an artic spring.

Drifting ---

Like clouds in the sky.

Drifting ---

Like a ship lost at sea.

No definite direction.

Only where the current goes.

The current my ego floats upon.

My soul is my sail,

So that when my mind begins to drift on

The current,

I raise my sail to go the

Destination my soul desires.