Through wary eyes
Beneath melancholy undertones
clear of anyones imagination
Your imagination
On a small scale
Perhaps due to its
Regrettable, unattainable nature
Your nature
A broken record
Skipping, repetitively
Shattering your world
Your world
In a vast desert of granule material
Is a single sand grain
That is your view
Your view
Requires no words
But a step back
And outside of itself
Your self
On a long winding road
Of space and time
While passing
You light upon it... your truth.
© Carla, 2011
