some days i wander the house
like a man practising to be a ghost
haunting this space and that
incapable of sitting still;
i pick up a book and read a paragraph
then i put it down and browse headlines
glance into social media for the 100th time
but everything is different and the same
perhaps a shower? no i will make a tea
even my mind wanders along with me
no thought longer than 5 seconds
before the another one rushes in
and bludgeons the first to death
as the next waits impatiently in line

this is me,
a man vibrating himself to another realm
while still finding himself in this one