I want to cry*
but I mustn't
because people will see
*and begin to wonder

I can't sleep tonight
Because I realize
What I should have
A long time ago

the puff of white breath
dazzling beads of frost
smell of spewing exhaust

I do not want to live the American Dream
Of unfulfilling consumerism
And chastising whispers content in ways
Which have been declared as the norm
No, I would like to live
The dream of my own
And no one is going
To stop me from reaching
The destinations around
The globe

that melting melody
the glimpse of eyes*
*two lips divine