Remembering the fearful past,
Lost in the face of relationships,
I place a myriad of me inside a bubble,
Swimming in circles.
I church myself up
with flying elephants,
counting stars that don't exist,
I pretend that
I'm adventuring a romance
with concrete signs of promises,
while I know that
no real solutions to my problems,
Alone with my thoughts,
I compose my cobbled passion in music,
Singing it in my poetry.