A million miles from nowhere.
I hope I’m somewhere.
No way to judge where;
but by the stream of ideas,
crossing my path.
They carry onward at lightning speed,
passing through my body.
They’re unable to linger; and
too hard to catch;
in a fleeting moment they disappear.
Forgotten fragments of words in the ideas of time.
Am I less or am I more after they pass?
All I can do is reflect.
Lost for a moment of pause,
about where I’ve been and where I’m going,
and all those fragments of words to fast to catch.