What is on my mind,
a question I see often
but have no answers.
The sky’s the limit,
but that sounds so nebulous,
and I’m on the ground.
Searching high and low,
and then sometimes in between,
for elusive things.
The clouds crowding in,
fill the sky with little blue,
that’s disappearing.
The taps are running,
filling the sink, hot and cold,
so the water’s warm.
I’m spiralling down,
through pillars of sleepiness,
where I fall and fall.
