My mind wanders, often
I may lay under a tree
If the leaves are crowding the sunlight
I choose to look through the canopy

Sic itur ad astra
Thus one goes to the stars
My mind wanders, often
Like a breeze hoisting dead saplings

With a rush and push life is in focus
My life is always in the background
If things are out of place, noisy often
Time flies instead of passing me by

The orient trains come and go
O'er Cassandra crossing, nervously