There are days when
The saying ‘The lights are on,
But nobody home’
Applies perfectly to
My state of mind
I drive a familiar route
Close to home
Without having a clue
Afterwards
Of what just happened
I find myself wandering
Into the bedroom
Just to stand there
Without any idea
Why I came here
Or how about the times
When that one word
Or maybe a name
Is tauntingly hovering
Just outside consciousness
Never mind the hours spent
Looking for shopping lists
Keys, wallet, and other stuff
Temporarily or forever forfeited
To the big black hole
The lights are on
I am still breathing
But my mind must have
Gone for a walk
In the country side
No need to worry
It will be back
In full force
Before the lights
Turn off for good