My mind wanders
Picking up stray objects
Dry tumbleweed, lifeless skeletons
Discarded coins

Drags my body along
It’s hot and humid.
Looking for an oasis,
Finds molten lava

Jumps from place to place.
Hot and arid
Frigid and cold
Blizzard, freezing rain
Hot wind blowing
Ready to bake

Like a nomad
Not Happy in any place
I ask and wonder why?
Replies –
You keep moving or you rot

Where am I?
Why am I wet?
It was a nightmare
It felt so real and so not rare.