Under the Weather

Sometimes, I just want to
run away from myself –
take a trip – sail the ship.
Most days, the feeling stays.
Most times, I wish I knew
how to feel younger
without losing wisdom.
I reside in the deep
pockets of my vast mind.
I look for things to hide
behind when I try to find
the time to feel divine.
I search for better days;
I look for better times.
Sometimes, I just don’t feel
myself; I feel like someone
else. Most days, I look up
to see the smiling sun.
I am beginning to see
better days ahead of me.