◊ Bewilderment ◊
Don’t you trust what you perceive;
Have you not been here for long?
I don’t know what to believe,
For I have been since my birth.
Attempting to find some answers,
But my search left me forlorn;
Stuck within an endless cycle.
◊ Worry ◊
Haze arrived and settled here.
Mosaics of radiant smears.
I’ve built a wall to halt my mind;
still, I circumambulate it.
Give me back my certitude,
And clear the way so I can breathe
All these feathers out.
◊ Anticipation ◊
Did my eye just catch a twinkle?
I will never tire of waiting
For my stars to align.
Watching every night till daybreak
Unwilling to miss my sign.
I know; I know it might not show Just yet,
And yet, my heart lives on cloud nine.
◊ Ennui ◊
Time is passing,
But all the days, they look
And feel the same.
I’m craving wonder,
A stir within these dead, still waters,
A wave that ends this game;
A bell that ends my leisure.
Artwork is all Arthur Rackham’s.
SingulariT 