My Mind Is a Gypsy
©July 2013, Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved
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 whole-heartedly into
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.