A Poem: Sometimes I Get LostSometimes I get lost In the highways of thought, Traveling toward a silent stop, That hangs on the horizon. It’s hard to find your way back, In the twisting and turning Entrance and exit ramps, Of memories not yet lived. Road-signs of reality Dot the landscape of time, Leading me on and off To where I am or could be. Sometimes I get lost, In cruise-control reflection; Traveling toward a city, Of the eternal now.