And sometimes I feel like I'm living someone else’s life- hello
Is this my dream?
Never knew a foolish wish made on a star could hear a whisper in the middle of the night- hello, anyone?
Hello, who's world was stolen?
I look around, through eyes of another
I breathe in the foreign air, can you smell it too?
I taste the salt of unbelief, do you taste the bitterness?
My lips touch the air of golden flames, do you savor the sweetness of the burning sensation?
And sometimes I feel like, is this my life?
The sun stole my mornings long ago, yet the moon never did reveal if it all has been truly a dream.
For the mornings come and the nights go, and still, it is my heartbeat that does live on. Can't say I'm not lucky if my one-time luck has lasted this long.
© Winnie Jakaitis