I seek a destination
in the blurred lines
of my consciousness.
Now
is not necessarily
where I reside.
It’s in the distance
in the past where
I find myself lingering
Searching for the answer
I am only present
in fleeting moments,
like a buzzing sound
flashing by me as I sleep
How do I stop traveling?
Savor the now?
The air is only sweet
when I take it in deeply.
Namastè
©NicholeDonjè
