Bewildered.

Not knowing where to go,
not feeling but emptiness around
Not touching the void
Contained within & thrown without
Dreaming at the Last Starbucks at edge of the world
The Galaxies edge totters & spins
You stand like Pan - blowing a reed flute
The flowers open, the wind becomes warm
Fish jump for joy at the dragon-flies that hover above
Wise men play backgammon as the light fades
Into silly smiles and birdsong
Why bother worrying, the tea is hot
The day will soon be done.