restless mind
Published in
Jul 29, 2022
someone’s calling; I pretend to not hear
no senses, no strength to struggle
back flat in bed, eyes to the ceiling
If I continue to lie down like this, would I fade away?
I raise my hand, looking at my ugly fingers
Is someone out there doing the same thing?
raise my heart to the sky
in simple things, I am able to fly
old songs endure, guiding my spirit
returning to the past, where I must belong
Why did my soul choose this body?
Would I be an angel if mama had not born me?
© China Cancio 2022
