thought – My Tales Within

There comes the sleep

Sleeping in the blanketsnuggled and warmNowhere to goJust purely staticTrailing behind the timeStretched lazily slowNo plans in the mindNone whatsoeverRising sun hiddenBy sympathetic curtainsin the cozy armsthere comes the sleepDeep and easy

Just the next step

I don’t need to reach the destinationI just need to take the next step

Travellers

We are just travellersOn the ruts in our minds