Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Everything

Why can't I be everything?

The shapes conjured, and floating, in the inner sphere.

Darkness and light, everything but slight.

A vast aspiration,

riches, sensations - surfaces, layers, from one to the other.

Desires beyond survival.., and survival beyond desires?

Thriving adult dwells on the question of the moment.

Tiresome, I realise. A feeling of loss.

Why can't I be everything? I was, in that moment.

 

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