A state of mind

As the turbulence of the mind
Burgeons in solitude
As the redolence of the past
Percolates the nostrils
I desire to see the bygone
But its lost in the mist
The urge to look forth
Is wrapped in fortune's fist.
I look with eyes open
But there is only darkness to direct
I feel with arms outstretched
But the shadows dance in zest
Then I hear the oriole singing
And I know that its just my mind ?