The temporal fugitive (poetry)

As I sit in my living room sipping tea,

Suddenly I am in midest of the ocean,

On a sailboat with sails drawn,

I see myself as a fair maiden,

Sailing across the ocean alone,

In a small dory I sit

Now I am back in my body,

It has been only a few minutes by the clock

My tea is now cold,

This is not the first time,

Or the last as I wander,

As I wait for my next escaped I wonder,

Is my mind playing games,

Last night was no different,

I was back in my cabin in mountains,

I was a cat, which I often Ponder,

One of the most mystical creatures on earth,

I see familiar objects around my cabin,

My home my mom and my little bowl

I take physik to cease my escaped,

But alas in vain they occur anytime,

My escaped take me to far away land,

In distant times I travel,

Life seems like an idle journey,

With events repeated in different forms.