"empires"

Words fall

like empires,

I used to worry

because I believed

that I was wrong

and now I worry

because I believe

that I am right.

The ripples of the water’s surface

guide a new type of illusion,

a sort of distortion

of yesterday,

a wish that I had known

yet a worry that I now know

too much.

Am I cheating at this life

because it is too easy

or am I gasping for life

because it is too hard?

I drown in my sorrows

yet drown in excitement

as the water rushes

and the river fails to stop,

to breathe

like the rest of us need to.