Sometimes
I feel the need
To step out of my head
For a few minutes
I quietly put on my boots
Slowly tip-toe past my common sense
Deliberately open the door
And leap out into the nothingness
I leave the light on and the window open
Just in case
I lose my mind
And cannot find it again
I see my thoughts
Float by like clouds
And I hear memories
Echoing far away
My dreams are as unpredictable
As fireflies
Flickering on and off
Floating on by me as I spin in circles
I usually stay here for a while
I never know how long
Because mankind has not (yet)
Built a clock outside of reality
Whenever I finally return
I find my brain back in order
As if someone had come by
To clean up the mess
All of my wants neatly stacked in one corner
Next to my newly polished hopes and wishes
My plans are folded and stored properly
And most of my thoughts agree with one another
I never know
How this happens
I ask my brain
But it swears it was asleep
Whatever the reason
My mind is now at peace
With reality
And I can continue on
Sometimes
All you need to do is
Step out of your head
For a few minutes
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Wow. I love it. It's a delightful look at taking a mental breather. Very enjoyable, fascinating perspective. Excellent!
new here. First read and comment. I always feel funny about "rating" poetry, I guess I figure that your words do that for you, but . . .
"Gotta get away," was always my claim for reaching for peace and quiet after the rigors of whatever I was involved in at the time. Of course my "getting away" usually mean shacking up with Jim Beam for awhile. When I returned I had more chaos than what I had left. So I envy you. You found the key much easier than did I.
Enjoyed the poem.
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