Morning’s sense of humour

I read,
seeing not believing,
in search of meaning,
myself reflected through stories,
my mind wonders and dreams.

I write in my diary,
not knowing what I think,
how I feel or what to say,
but words appear,

I walk,
but the woods offer no shelter.
Ghosts appear
to taunt me – humour me!
Self-indulgence is my sweet tooth.

The future exists at dawn,
and by dusk I see myself.
As I reflect in the mirror,
all I see are blemishes
that reveal nothing new.

I’ll dream tonight,
distorting memory,
and because of morning’s sense of humour,
I’ll never forget
where I am.

All the while never knowing
who I am.

Back to Basics

Let’s get back to basics,
slow down –
how did it get so complicated?

Let’s remember how it all began,
when we had time,
and there was nowhere else to be.

Let’s take a walk and talk,
sift through the past,
and remember who we are.

Go back in time,
to be present,
to be mindful.

It’s nice to stop,
and have nowhere to go –
no one else to be.