Outside my mind

Forest glen forges a face

into my head.

Scents resurge this longing appeal,

I am drunk upon the wine of wandering

feeling the narcotic bliss

race my veins to a new high.

 

Lifted beyond my beats of distraction

floating over a river of rushing coolant,

soothing the void,

filling the meadow

where my own haven

is wrapped as a blanket

that I sleep in on night's of scars,

stop sign from the chatter of dependents,

brings me back

from beyond the dull,

boredom revives

doing for the sake of being

covers my chest of fancy.

 

Once again

my ticket is cancelled

to the amusement paradise

where I never have to grow up

outside my mind.