Roaming Mind Poem by Phil Soar

When I'm all alone, my mind begins to roam
Across the wide and open plains of inner thoughts
And reaching pinnacles of nothingness
They veer off in separate directions
Looking for answers
Finding weird and wonderful memories
But not able to make sense of them
And yet they make me smile
Because most of my life I have seen as silly
I have laughed at the most serious things
Cried at the most stupid things
But mainly laughed
When I'm all alone, laughing soothes my mind