And here I’m left with my wandering mind
Wondering where it is that I will end up
At the very end of this night,
What will I have done
And what will I have created?
What will I have learned
And what moment will be my last
Before my eyes stay shut
For more than a few minutes,
And I will lie with myself
And my drawings and poems
On the wall above my head,
Whispering to me,
Singing to me,
Keeping my wandering mind
Wondering.