Lost in memories of yesterday.
Cringing from the pull
Of fantasy—not reality, no.
Something else begs me,
Oh, so tricky.
What can it be
That lies underneath
A gentle breeze—
So lovely,
In the afternoon—
Moves slowly,
Almost a cartoon personality.
Dreams cascade through
My view, though shattered be.
Collecting my thoughts, only
To see myself fall from pride.
Nature strikes me
With electricity.
My name moves.
My heart screams
In agony.
One more try,
One more day—
Elementary.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 