Fluctuating thoughtsI think its this wind, blowing through the window.
Or is it this dark night, which is hiding my shadow?
Can it be the sight of those long distant plains, left by nature fallow?
Its definitely not those mountains, my view which they always seem to swallow.
Neither that moon, today which appears too sallow.
Not even the sight of cute squirrels, hiding inside tree hollow.
Its this state, which I hate, confusing me, about the feeling I should follow.
Tempting me to give up, scream out loud and let go,
The dream I once saw.