the ephemeral flow of waters
a journey from the mountains to the ocean,
once a drop has crossed the waterfall
there’s no going back, only Continuation.
once was a kid with a cupboard full of bears
then was a girl with a shelf full of books,
now am a girl with a morning full of alarms
will never get back to the places that time took.
one step in front of another
every day a new beginning,
still I go back some times
through songs, pictures and daydreaming.