Time traveller,
hopeful wanderer,
the map is etched in your palm.
The dirt beneath your finger nails,
the grit between your teeth,
the snow that blows through your open window
don't wallow in defeat.

Reside in the home of your dreams
chase a thought and see where it leads.
The second has past, no longer stand still,
the world keeps spinning, the clock keeps ticking
and then there is you....
still pondering.