My thoughts are closed to tomorrow,

Locked with a key,

now thrown to the heart of the sea.

 

When I'm told to float like paper on

the stream of today I change to a

stone and sink deep.

 

I'm a chicken picking with its beak

what now has to offer.

Presently, I'm a stranger

to the person I was before now.

 

That one will always with her mind

be filled with tomorrow's unknown,

Colliding like gas particles in a vacuum.

 

I changed,

Now to a toddler,

Who is without tomorrow's bother.

 

My mind has switched from a bowl of

thoughts to a basket of thoughts.

 

What I want to be is what I see in my

mirror of reality.

I just crossed the bridge of anxiety.

I'm a bird.

I'm free.

Can't you see?

Now I am truly living!