Over The HorizonI stutter & trip & fumble from one moment to the next. All can see. It is as plain as day.
My mind does not work like yours. For good or ill that's how it is.
I wish I were more settled. I wish I could reign in my thoughts & streamline my hopes, & effect my dreams. But that is not the way I live. There is no path.
I am a spinning top, ever moving, ever whirling toward this & that, & nowhere in particular. I am the odd girl that few understand, & fewer can contain. An anomaly, a blip on a screen as it whizzes by.
But the grass is surely greener, for I wish that your world was mine. I yearn for steadfast & true. But it seems that I am but a winged seed twisting & falling through the air, longing for that anchored fruitful place from which to grow.