Wandering

When my mind begins to wander,

(which happens all too often,

in some people's opinions)

it does to intriguing destinations.

Places I have never even stepped foot in,

places that would entrance,

even those that are the hardest to please.

Places that don't truely exsist.

It bounds though forests,

that burst with shades of mesmerizing,

blues and purples.

It dips its feet in shallow ponds,

that are filled to the brim,

with soft soothing memories.

Sometimes it gets lost

down dark unfamiliar alleyways,

where regrets and past mistakes lurk,

calling out to it,

trying to drag it down, and tie it up.

But it never stays there long,

for it is very good at discovering

new, brilliant places,

where ideas and dreams flutter by.

Singing melodies,

that only I can hear.