it frightens me as hell
once it has revealed the window of exuberance
i have no slightest idea of how i should portray the swell
but it certainly has dried the river of disdain
what am I supposed to do?
would it be bettter if i cross the bridge of uncertainty?
would it be harmful if i fly as high as a beaming star?
would it be nauseous if i dive in the deep green sea?
let me perceive the warmth of negligence
let me absorb the blossoming butterflies
let me lean on the very high roof of perplexity
let me end this poignant occurrence
for in the end
it frightens and excites me at the same time
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