I’ve traveled many places within my mind
Some full of light
Others so dark it makes you blind.
No plane ticket needed
No keys in my hand
Only the magic I see inside.
An inner voice of an outside world.
Sometimes leaves me far behind.
Where I am now
And who I like to be
Trusting this journey
Long before it comes to pass.
Holding on to each moment as long as it last.
A wandering spirit you can call me.
Traveling place to place
I don’t rest easily
Always in search for the next best thing.
Even when it’s right in front of me.
Melissa Stein 