Miles of black wet highway,
a way to clear the mind…
...mind,
What was I thinking?
The brain wonders about itself
in all the other places,
spaces,
it wants to go
somewhere it is not,
missing the moment,
This moment,
running away,
imagining being somewhere other than here.
I must pull myself back,
into this fast moving second.
That all become lost thoughts,
fading memories,
a dream,
a dream forgotten,
Tomorrows,
as if they never happened.
