The opportunities.
The lillies beyond the sea
Against the marigolds here.
The weight of a livelihood
Like a compulsive habit
To join an ocean.
Salt, depth, dark- lost?
Should the river be
Condemned to forget
Its own taste in search
Of something more?
Should the Lotus in the
Village pond go on
Smiling daily, despite being
Ignored by everyone?
The different worlds we
Fancy in our heads-
One leg, very well
Grounded while the other
Is placed in the skies of
Heavens.
The divide forever keeps
Increasing while we piss on
The possibilities that lie
In the middle.