Existing In A Space Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

At times losing my way, mind blank, feelings numb, existing
in a space of time that is floating about at will, keeping
me alive without any help.

Wanting to never have to do anything to live, just wanting
everything to come and go at will, wanting freedom to wander
forever in an atmosphere of peace and serenity.

A glorious feeling that entices my mind, a tacit and envelop-
ing thought coming through writing, giving this mind room to
roamin through intellect.