Comfortable
Riffling through images like clouds
Forming above this Earth’s surface,
Recalling thinking of my past
Has totally escaped mem’ry
Even though it’s clear as a bell.
My future is a fog.
A wildly romantic
Interlude will be dreamed
For I make fruitful plans
Which have no boundary.
Comfortable
Realities
Now hold my hand
And guide me to
A new viewpoint.
