Tell me

Pixel Dreams

Tell me, is it morning yet? Tell me.

When will we look at the sun and smile?

When will we tread the narrow path of tomorrow and, at least, pretend we have a future?

When will we look at the seagulls and watch them circle the dark sky?

When will we believe? I wonder.

And my soul wanders away in my thoughts, my arms stretched, embracing the world, at least in my mind.

Anyone looking at me would only see me, sitting by the window and staring outside while the rain falls, the wind whispers secrets of the past, and the present is a cat sleeping on my lap.