Astray the lost thoughts in my mind,
My small head cogs begin to grind,
Into a halt.
As if a thought is stuck.
And as if I am lost in space,
A blank expression on my face,
just comes to pass.
I think of skies in Fairy Land,
Of unicorns and Neptunes sands.
And in the silver moonlight, play
The mermaids with thier water spray.
But just as quick,
The cogs unstick,
And thoughts dissolve into reality.