I find myself so distracted by where I would like to be that I’m missing things that are right in front of me. Not completely missing them of course, just not appreciating them as much as I could.
A cool breeze blows in from the North.
I can feel it, but my mind is off course.
The air carries the scents of the city.
I’d smell them, but they would make me feel pity.
The sounds of a summer afternoon are in the air.
I don’t listen to them, I could not care.
The cool air feels nice on my skin.
I’d enjoy it, but my mind continues to spin.
A cloud spotted sky would be a nice view.
I don’t watch it, though I have nothing to do.
The air carries so much I could taste it.
I would, but my mind is lost to a place I cannot quit.
I carry more interest in the place I wish to be.
A place that would ignite my senses, if it was it I could see.