Innerscapes

Among drab white walls

and blinding bright lights,

I sit here each day.

I fly out of the window,

for a while, become the sun ray.

They cannot see me take wing.

Nor can they know of my inner grin,

as I plunge deep, unfathomable

into my own inward distraction.

I covertly mock them.

For they know not

where I go

and when do I return,

back to their rush-hour life

as I hear them run.

On the streets,

along the corridors

I sense the clattering

of opinions inside their heads.

Amidst this hullabaloo

my hushed mind.

calmly continues to relish

the wonderland of my innerscapes.

: : For those in-between times , my work desk becomes a private place where I go to dream!
It is a door I am willing to shut every now and then.