lost . . . .

just can't see the forest for the trees

losing oneself at the beach,

and totally losing one's way

turn right,

turn left . . . turn nowhere

it's not quite spring yet,

just can't wait . . .

lapsed memories,

of last week and today

gazing out the shuttered window . . .

escapism for the day . . .

another stairway . . .

to an unknown state of mind