Does it happen to you? Like it does to me?
The hovering between fears and hopes?
Suspended mid air - the heart flutters,
Searching for a source to feed the soul.
Daintily I pick, the nectar of experience
Nourishing my puny being!
In the process, perhaps some pollination -
Of new sprouts promising glee!
My sleek body flickers
Prancing around between panic and prospect!
Big or small, Mammoth or minute -
Are you like me?
Quivering between rapture and regret -
You are like me! Are you ?
