The mind wanders over the joyful grooves of the past,
eyes stare infront, they are looking but not,
potent words fall, but on apathetic ears,
buoyant mind wishes everything is fine.
Then I remember you, my loyal shadow,
I pick up my pen, and reconcile with you,
and the unconditional joys you bestow.
This is addressed to ‘writing’, if i am not clear..Keeps me optimistic on days gone bad…