My mind is wandering

Like a traveller, unhindered

The monotone drones on,

One tone, one pitch

A pinch of fingers,

 A quick scratch of the nose

And back we go to the monotone.

Scenes begin to run as in a film,

Through the muffled mists of my mind,

A scene that plays on the heartstrings

A scene of love and hope,

Focussing on that one person on whom

My heartbeat likes to dote.

And suddenly you blossom

And my mind is dragged

Kicking and screaming,

Back to focus again.         

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