I love spending time in my head,
Everyday
I jog through memories.
Other days,
time in my head is
a hiking through the woods.
Wondering,
How did I get here?
Am I lost?
Where have I gone?
I curiously observe
and Ponder
my gaze
is one long trail in a dense forest.
I press,
So deep
losing the sun
Time anchors—as I drift.