MY MIND IS A GYPSY

dreams -- i'll never understand mine; there are so many of them that i'd like to pen. but, how can letters and words, mere ink stained in patterns, portray a whole life or a whole other world,

My Mind Is a Gypsy

©July 2013, Mimi Wolske

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My mind wanders

My mood is impossible to pinpoint

Restless, it longs to wander,

Yet to be settled too.

It’s a dreamy gypsy and can't decide what she wants

Stuck in between roaming and staying,

Between dreams and reality,

Between fantasy and truth.

She wants to go wholeheartedly into

Every thing,

Every passion,

Every dream,

Every wish…

But she can't choose,

She doesn't want to choose,

Because she's not fully free yet.

She’s spent too much time fighting the wind;

She’s ready to let it blow her where it wishes,

To make the ride easier and less painful.