My Mind

Not a very good poem about a very busy mind

Wind through the trees...
Papers turn like leaves fall,
hitting the ground,
the Autumn ground.
Swish
Swish
Swish...
Can you hear it?
Letter after letter
falling like petals.


There is a soft clunk as my door closes
one last time.
Now I'm alone...
all alone.
Peaceful, but suffocating
This Logic is not enough.
I wish there was more.
I want to sail away...
to fly away
on the wings of my imagination.
To leave my self behind
and begin a wonderful journey.

The Pages are still turning.
It never stops.
Numbers fall,
doors close...
Not enough.
Papers drift
to the autumn ground.
They scatter
as the wind blows
like I want to
scatter.
Let myself be flown
on the wings of Surreal.
Limitless...
Limitless...
Not like this world.
Not like now.

I am stuck
in this logical world.
I can't sail away.
Day after day
the clock ticks on.
I long for adventure,
for unlimited Fiction.
Like a book...
My pages turn.
Oh how I long to disappear
into the depths of
My Mind.