Stirring quietly one day

I noticed my mind wandered;

So silently and with stealth

I followed it at a distance

To see where it would go.

Never once did it walk

A straight or simple line

But around complex circles

Up hills and through valleys

It went and went and went

At times singing

At times shouting

Still other times soundless

Climbing trees

Crawling through bushes

But never did it rest

Until eventually I tired

And wandered back home

To wait for its return

And the story of its journey.