One of my happiest pastimes,
Is just,
Thinking.
Not anything in particular,
Just whatever pleasant billings I see arrive,
In the theatre of my mind.
They must come of their own accord,
Unbidden.
So then I have the surprise of a visual present.
And I can make a mental journey,
Exploring all the possibilities,
Taking as little or as much time as I like.
It is sometimes with great reluctance I am roused from my reverie.
And I have to return to the reality,
Of purpose-driven conscious thought.
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