Still, steady and all that throbs.
And there goes a dream,
a child’s fantasy of a fairy tale
and the perfect ending.
How would I have known that it was only a chapter.
Regret and sorrows all drying
in forlorn branches of wisdom and lore
I wonder what all is left
for this tiny hyper heart to implore.
Somehow its living
and yet its not.
This constant. Oh, this constant.
and yet not knowing what’s really alive.
Left, right, top, bottom,
diagonally aligned? Is it? My heart?
Its all in the centre.
Oh, so steady.
I like it here.
I like it here?
Is it an ending
or a blank page before a new beginning?
Maybe its that chapter that I did not expect to come
but has already begun.