wandering

Full, filled.

Days are filled.


I don’t really stop anymore.

Lost in moments

Eyes never glued.


Wandering eyes reflect a wandering mind.

So is it?


Sometimes it wanders so it can take in the place where it is.

So I let it.


A little on edge, all the time.

Hard to not lose your cool when it's 100 degrees.

It’s my fault.


A hummingbird flies outside my window.

There go again, the wandering eyes.

Never can stay entrenched in this page.


It’s fun to watch it fly

When there is no cage to keep it inside.

It still decides to come to my

Window where I can spy with a wandering eye.


Eyes.

Because eye would indicate I’m lazy.

But I kinda am.


Lazier

Than before.

But what is the comparison worth?


Now 

My heart smiles

And my mind unwinds.


Here

In this place

Where the sun always shines.


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