poem about planning ahead


to fly and hit the wall
break the bricks
create a window to look through
and see the world
that’s me

there is something in my brain
that makes me stare
and investigate
the reality
as a dream to wake up from

to create a house
full of unwritten stories
and suns to rise
every hour of the day

there is a dull pain
inside my heart
full of fear
that there will never be
enough time
to smile

eagerness to love
and live
in a world
where everything is possible
and my wish isn’t a wish
but a plan


photograph by Paul Bence

more by Ursula Babic

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