thru the dense forests of the mind,
just a day escaping from the past…
But the feeling is too intense,
“I am still here”
I can’t live in a pretense.
An stupid little phrase stops me on
my tracks:
“This is not what I had in mind”
Won’t let others define who I am…
I have chosen my own path,
dead ends and all, it is my plight…
In this toy store called “the world”,
many things to choose from…laughter,
fears and regrets…a few surprises too.
The feeling is too intense, I won’t deny.
can’t say not to living,
it is an eternal flight…
Don’t know the end of this story,
never ending as it seems, but deep down
all I know it is just a passing dream…
anji
June 25, 2014
