Though I am here,

I am free to roam.

Roam to where I want to be.

In my mind I float,

Above all that keeps me grounded.

Here in the now,

I can be anywhere between,

the past,

and the future.

Never mind that I need,

to be here in the now.

Here in the now,

where I cannot understand,

actions are alien,

and words are inscriptions,

laden in dust,

that I will never absorb. 

Therefore,

I rather roam.