The Meandering Mind by Mike Williams 08/06/2016 @ 5:08 P.M.

My mind meanders off without me, 
And speaks to itself in dreams oft. 
I close my eyes in want of sleep, 
While conversations reel inward aloft. 

In language that only it knows, 
And tongues that I spake not before. 
Making sense of senseless imaginings, 
And harkening back to days of yore. 

I find myself intruding upon awakening, 
And trinkle a moment to catch a phrase. 
All the night it rambles and babbles, 
Higgledy-piggledy in mysterious ways.