you're afraid <br />because every day <br />I wake a new color <br />and every night gallops on stars <br />until they shatter insanely <br />sending waves of shock in chaotic slides. <br /> <br />do you wonder if my joy <br />climaxes with charisma <br />every noon <br />conveying diffidence <br />in a smile to the first person <br />with a conversational tone? <br /> <br />by sun up <br />a thousand different verses have been sung <br />in never ending crescendos <br />performing a balance of thought <br />that implies stability. <br /> <br />explain to me this concept as you would to Quixote. <br />is it a tree that neither grows nor dies... <br />perhaps its the presence of nothing, <br />or the fear of something <br />as simple as change. <br /> <br />be enviably grounded, stable, <br />while I, elegantly, am not.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mad-3/
