Wander Poem by Jcson Jenuis

What can i write whiles empty

And my thoughts lingering without it brain

Whiles it sits idle on a cemetery tomb

With no fear in chat with a phantom

For this journey is a wander

Either to the cold side of north pole or in the hot sun of Dakar

Lost but found with unrealistic dreams

Whiles the kids around the neighbourhood laugh about missing my keys

And the way back still undetermined

Hoping for the right dreams to give me a kiss

When? Soon I will walk back accompanied with a dream