Watching Scenic Views Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Scenic views of yesterday play over again on photographic
screens, living fully in my mind's memories, watching them
while people walk by.

Not knowing what I'm doing as I stare into space, or so
they think, going into their depths with specific feelings
and ideas of their inner beings.

Wanting to travel everywhere through my mind and intellect
figuring out their inner personalities and traits so later
I may write whatever I've found.