Like a lost cloud in the sea of infinity,
with no connection to any place,
words trapped inside a bubble flow.
There are raging storms in this body of water;
waves rumble in the depths,
shaping the surface from the inside,
guarding pieces that have yet not been broken.
Constantly searching for the calm of rightfulness
Poet stands on the bridge between this reality
and what lays beyond the horizon;
baffled by all the possibilities, extending
dimensions of imagination, to open the eyes
in a world gone blind.
Who does it take to hear the song
of the tales that have long been unsung?
How many layers do we wrap our lives in?
So we can present this picture-perfect scenario
to the eyes of the world,
but loose our own sense of humanity;
What nurtures our dreams?
Living simultaneously as a part in endless stories;
Where do we find a place
to find the human in us?