A Walk in the Park

I spent some time

In my brain, yesterday

As I strolled,

music played.

I heard the rain falling.

The wind swirled,

as small leaves

hit the wet ground.

As I sloshed, 

the rain became mud,

The leaves clung

to my bare feet.

The mud grew thicker.

My hear raced.

As usual, my anxiety took its comfortable place.

Now hindered;

Unable to move,

I laid down, there,

 in the mud.

Waiting for the rain to stop,

For the sun to dry its nature.

I sank into the quicksand,

letting it blanket me.

My eyes closed for comfort

My mouth clamped, avoiding earth

that would surely slip in.

I had a dream,

as i slept, there,

 in the mud.

A dream, staring myself.

I sat in a tall tree

looking down on the path

 in my mind.

I watched myself drown in the gunk.

After every part

Of my buried bodied was covered,

The wind shifted.

Pushing the clouds away.

A bright sun sent heat to My Path.

In my dream, I jumped from the tree,

landed on my feet

on to solid ground.

The mud had dried.

I walked to the place, 

on My path

that i was now and forever,

concreted.

Purposely,

I slipped back to reality.

I put on my boots,

grabbed my umbrella,

prepared for my next trip.

Determined

to never get stuck in my head,

again.