Engelse woorde

Now
I am in a strange place finding myself
lost among the pages of a book not open
and not quite closed
a story both read but also untold.
Hanging not flying nor falling suspended
between the lows of nothing
and the highs of somewhere.

A day an hour a lifetime a year
eager in will to move and to stride
but bound by these cords of hope.
Hoping for something
that will eventually pass and
make way for forever
asif life here never was.