Fevered with thoughts of tomorrow.

Dreams of days that ought to be.

A dry quill, full well, lost mind & open heart.

Finding my fearful faults & changing.

Suffocating, gasping for creative sustenance.

Hoping for the chaos to find a new peace.

Great... ifs, provide for beautiful fantasies.

A heart longing… yet a spirit serene.

Never ending faith of what lays ahead.