I walk with the wind in my face
You always laughed at my sense of wonder
and all I can tell you; as I have done before
Time slips into dreams
– from another set of circumstance…
I drift off into a slo-buzz wrapped up
in all its annoyances
Anyone that has the energy
or wherewithal to rewind
and replay my angst as I do;
like an old cherished vinyl
Carefully placing the diamond needle
dust collecting
scratch proof mentality –
Should know it carries me; the wind
and the hesitation in your voice

©2020 TrilbyYates