the wind is strong, and the clouds rule the sky.
there’s a buzz in my head, not due to a substance.
it’s a drive, it’s a reason, it’s a thought, it’s a focus.
always in the back of the head.
there’s something more, beckoning just beyond the horizon.
will i ever get there?
and if i do get there, will i be blinded by the rays of light?
or will i rise above it all - looking down at all the people.
maybe they’re wondering the same thing.
or maybe they don’t notice.
maybe i’m alone.
will i have to walk there, run there, crawl there?
or will the walls of this box crumble and fall?
will i fly?
until then my window-pane will just be fogging up with my dreams, sighs, and wishes.
the wind is strong, and the clouds rule the sky.
