I can not sleep
and when I lie in my bed I drown
in the ocean of my thoughts.

mind does not let go too easily.
it requires a constant supervision and pushing,
“play nicely with the other children”.
thoughts mesh and burn together
creating a cohesive jungle path
impossible to trace.

I wonder what may have been,
what may yet still come.
escaping into alternate realities,
I loose track of time and place.
immersed in a world only inches in diameter.

what are the next proceedings please?
and do I have a proper plan?
you can’t go into the game without knowing
what is it that you want;
without a strategy and purpose
that inevitably changes like the wind’s mussing.

though the night time passes and the sun’s late
rising peaks around the corner,
my mind has not rested and has not rested
looping forever in other realms.

the devil is in the details
my mind won’t throw away.