Wandering

It's that time again

The part of my day where

I sit in front of that stupid box

While my mind aimlessly wanders

But tonight is different

My mind is filled wiht thoughts

Good ones

Thoughts of you of me of us

Plans

First Base, Second Base, Thirs Ba-

Wait. Stop I can't

TO much goign on

Can't be distracted can't move on

So my mind the one filled with thoughts

Of you

 Now wnaders aimlessly as I

sit and look at a stupid metel box.

 

 

Reviews

[Mintwhiskers]

i like this poem it explains me I feel some times like I am wandering