Thoughts in Transit

Constant Creative Flow

In a cab in Delhi
Playing mental gymnastics
Cartwheeling through scenarios
Making promises I can’t keep

I beat my heart with
A fist made of logic
As if it will ever help
As if I could ever forget

I desire to be alone
Releasing attachments
Abolishing feelings
That’s why I’m here

But then -what would life be?
Without the lows, and the highs
Without the touch of another
Without art rising from ash

I feel alone and more loved
Than I thought possible
I am nothing but a child
In a woman’s body