I sat by the window gazing afar
A hush I sense, stillness in time
Life is galloping away
And here I was feeling void, empty
What were those dreams of mine?
In my childhood, in my adolescence
Dreams woven so beautifully, so daringly
With no crumbs of self doubt
Out of
school I stepped and then
Obese books, generators and motors
Surging like a mountain torrent
Dragged me along an unstoppable flow
Couldn't pause, couldn't breathe
Those beautiful buds I held in my hand
One by one, they were wrenched away,
Striving to capture a raise, a feather
If only there could be a crack,
A fissure in the wall of time
I could tiptoe back into the land
Of enchanted trees and magical beings.
Written for Fireblossom Friday: The crack in Everything at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Caught up in the rat race, striving an ascending career path with raises and feathers in the cap you lose some magical element you always wanted in life.
Written for Fireblossom Friday: The crack in Everything at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Caught up in the rat race, striving an ascending career path with raises and feathers in the cap you lose some magical element you always wanted in life.
