Precious time
passes ever so quickly
a long journey
gone in a fleeting moment
my thoughts are drifting
as the landscape passes by
-- rolling green hills.

Muted voices,
people sleeping,
going where I do not know
with a purpose that I'm unaware.
Where am I going?
-- I have forgotten.
What is my purpose
-- it is lost.

My body is tired,
my thoughts are foggy.
Four days ago,
I left San Francisco;
two days ago, Cambridge;
today, Paris;
tomorrow, London.
Jet lag plagues me,
and a cold.

Slowly aging,
thinning hair;
worries haunt me.
Why?

Suddenly,
mortality sets in.