How does floating feel?
Is there a need to say it all?
Should I write about love?
Should I write about justice?
Should I move in a direction
That leaves a mark on karma and on fate?
Why are all these questions
Governing my mind?
And why do all our expectations
Fail to find a rhyme?
Perhaps, and just perhaps,
One day I will arrive
Somewhere truly safe and calm,
And my spirit will stand facing me,
Smiling, extending me its open palms.
donika emille 