Like maze of unanswered speculations,
Asking the air what is to come.
Blue skies and storm clouds
Fight a raging battle up above,
And down here I wonder who will win;
Will my heady dreams fall to earth,
Or will they vanish with a gust of wind?
My heart is full and overflowing,
But still I feel the echo of emptiness within.
The words inside my brain
Drift back to one fixed point:
Ever forming new hopes,
New stories and ambitions,
Till I can’t untangle these reveries,
Or shake off this longing,
And focus on reality.
~ Ilana Reimer