Hundred upon hundred of miles traveled
Thousand upon thousand encounters passed
Million upon million of thoughts fled by
Numberless are the emotions evoked


Turning around to recount the miles
Failing to remember all those encounters
Losing grip with the reason for those thoughts
Channeling back those weary emotions

Ceasing to ask why I am far from
Seeming encounters were distractions
Searching here in the pool of thoughts
Choosing the ones that bring me home

Heading homeward is also an illusion
When home is where I always AM
Standing in awe of those very illusions
For they entertained elusively buying time