Sitting by the window alone,
With coffee cup in hand,
I am still in inertia of rest.
But my mind running so fast.
It jumping to the past,
Bumping back to present .
Bringing memories and tears to eyes.
Sometimes it is escaping to future.
Leaving me behind.
I am trying to pull it back with force
And concentrate on my books
But it is running with speed of light
It is impossible to bring it back