Trickle down
Turn around
Sweaty hands hide
Inside deep pockets
Curled around a wisp of hope
Soft heart beats
Plodding feet
Eyes may stare down
But this winter breeze
Carries a soul adrift
In a dreaming world
Sleeping world
Beneath the wildest imagining
Whirling
Twirling
A mindless dance
A baseless plea
…
I will never be anything
More than just me
It’s true:
Afraid to ask
If that could ever
Be enough for you