Every now and then
I catch myself
staring into empty space.
Is this the start of senility
or is my mind telling me
that I'd rather be
where I wish I was.
Then I come back to reality
and look around
and realise
that I'd rather be
where I'm not.
Copyright © 2002 T. J. Daniels
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