Like the compass needle
always points north
So do our thoughts
take always the same path
Even when hands
are busy doing a task
The wayward mind is
constantly turning back
Fleeting, lasting, deep, light, amusing, thought-provoking... All that I encounter.
She just loved fashion designing. He had strayed into this field because he seemed a misfit everywhere else.
She was the class topper. He scraped through, bumbling about clumsily from semester to semester, helped by his friends and classmates.