Refelction (A Poem)

What I want isn't something you can give me

not tangible, only dangling slightly beyond myself

past the box that was made to place all of my thoughts in

leaving behind all the unreedemed credits that once filled my page

uncompleted, unassigned, indesposible, like me

there I once was, am not now, nor will ever be

only a soul

seeking the dream inside her mind

outside her

By Arcadia, posted on 12/23/2006 @ 12:46am