Bad dog by Audrey Reynolds

Sometimes I ponder
and let my mind wander
it often goes a bit farther than it should
it drags me along like a disobedient dog would
a dog running against the breeze
racing through forests of memories
going so far so fast
and remembering that nothing really lasts
realizing that I’m lost
and that for my own actions, this is the cost
I feel more like a bad dog than a daughter
panting for water
exhausting myself without reason
losing myself through the colder seasons