My thoughts,
Meandering as they seem,
Wander with a purpose.

They flick through shadows dark,
Fly through forests deep-
Gentle in their motions,
Settling as if they never were.

They dance through day and night,
Hunting for a place to rest,
A spot to sink in,
Wandering far from where they started.

Eventually they find their place,
Intrusive and novel as it may be,
It feels more like home
Than reality.

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Cover Image from Faculty News.