Interim

Neither here nor there
I am here
Here.
with the Hoff.
What better time to contemplate the crossroads
When sailing through this
Ether.
MY heart SCREAMS
In perfect harmony
With

Why won’t I listen?
Why won’t I try?
To fly
Is too much.
But
Would I die?
No,
Nyot yet.
Nyot yet.
Not ever
While I can still hear
The sweet symphony