definitely not a poem

I take a moment
or two
to let my mind wander
let go
of my thoughts
let them drift bubble-like
to sparkle
in imagined sun
wishing to fly
on winged words
drawing sensations
in vivid colour
but my mind is grounded
bogged down
and wreathed in fog
of day-to-day
and the words
sputter and fizzle
’til I give up
and go to bed