Drifting through inner space,
My mind will never win a race.
Can you feel the wind blow
Inside and out, it pushes me
To my destination. The spoon stirs
The tea in the cup.
Sweetened with sugar, I drink right up.
I’m falling asleep, but it’s only 9 a. m.
Look at all the trees beginning to bloom.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 