MAYBE, JUST DRIFITING OVER THE TIME

Maybe I am someone who is just searching.

Or rather, I have Just been one more...

Looking for ...what?

Someone looking for a seed that was never sown. Maybe, someone who is just trying to pick a flower that never bloomed.

Maybe, I am like a disoriented bird, just crossing the dead sea, looking for a calm beach... already flooded by several tsunamis.

How many stony beaches...

Yes, maybe, I am only that.

Maybe, I am just someone who is searching for my lost dream world

Just half of a better world,

At the least, a tiny bit of another one.

You see:

Maybe, I am like you.

Someone who is just searching for something that never existed...

Or rather- who would know?

Someone else searching for something that can only exist in my poetry.

So,

Maybe... I have been just a dream poem...

Like a flower without both, water and soil,

looking for the best rhime for all my hungry feelings,

Sweet dreams just drifting over the time.

A time that flies without looking at, without even stopping for itself.