spaced out
It’s happening again.
I drift.
My thoughts escape,
slipping through the cracks of the moment.
At home.
In the office.
Everywhere, nowhere.
On the road,
riding my motorcycle through the blur.
My mind floats, weightless.
Eyes fixed on the horizon, but seeing nothing.
Just wind against my face,
a burst of speed,
mirroring the chaos within.
I keep twisting the throttle,
mindlessly, madly.
A heavy heart,
trying to outrun itself.
And for a moment,
I wonder..
Am I chasing clarity,
or flirting with the end?