Introspections
by clare murray
this is the day after it's spent,
wasted or used
my mind was my tent.
i spent the day thinking,
dreaming, and scheming,
with mental vacations,
and thoughts always streaming.
no time for politics,
not worth the disputes.
it's a negative place,
so i don't watch the news.
i just sit in my chair,
the blues play on.
like a grain of sand,
another second is gone.
i contemplate the world,
both beautiful and crude,
you see me as lonesome,
i see solitude.
so.......... what do you think?
