Drifting

Where do you go when your still here?

Eyes lazily stare into a nothing.
Mind not quite here, but still present.
Time slows down...slower...and slower.
Then time flies by, faster then the wind.
You were here but then you were'nt.
A thousand miles you traveled.
But you never left.
A thousand things you saw.
But none which you can remember.
You drifted,then you came back.
Until next time.