In the middle of somewhere
As no one,
Feeling for something.
A garden of yearnings
Surrounds me, abounded.
I’m running out of time to be happy.
It’s just how it feels.
I see but can’t be seen.
What a thing it is to dream…
I’m running out of time to be happy.
It’s just how it feels…
This whole place is in motion
Like a train speeding between stations.
I’m in the wind,
Split into flickering vision.
Trying to keep time
With my broken rhythm.
I’m not free nor suspended.
A brief syncopation,
Trying to escape my inner distinction.
There’s no strain on the reels.
I tighten my muscles.
No one can feel my resistance.
I’m in the wind.
Engines are burning
Leaving only the acrid odor of speed in the air.
I disappear in the collapsed,
Endless-not-there
Of in-between space.
I see but can’t be seen.
What a thing it is to dream…
In the middle of somewhere
As no one feeling for something.
Oh! How I’m wanting.
A garden of yearnings surrounds me,
Abounded,
Fenced and forbidden.
I’m waiting, touchless, just longing.
Feeling for something.
I’m running out of time to be happy.
It’s just how it feels.
I see but can’t be seen.
What a thing it is to dream.
I’m running out of time to be happy.
It’s just how it feels.
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