I am far away 
sitting somewhere maybe a
bench on a beach
and my thoughts play
about me like children
on their own sometimes
sometimes running to me
showing me new treasures
or seashells or glass
and maybe one or
two of the older
ones rest a bit
next to me quietly
sighing deeply breathing in
salty air sometimes sad
sometimes happy sometimes just
there me and my
thoughts just sitting there
on a bench on
a beach somewhere there