I’m going to take a trip now,

To a place only I belong.

I usually go there on impulse,

When my thoughts won’t

Let me go anywhere else.

It’s like being stuck in a winter

storm, a deep layer of despair.

State of mind is always a journey

Wishing only to be elsewhere.

Yet here we are now, struggling

and trying to define a motive.

I was calm just minutes ago,

and then the swirl began,

thoughts taking a central role.

A zone would be a welcome

feature of trying to survive

a night rife with indecision.

It’s a then we all may wish.