My exhaustion is caused
Due to the fragile air of my dreams.
This has been clinging onto me since childhood
And is apparent to all but is clearer to her.
Yet, not a word has ever escaped from her lips
To make me ride with a smile and a shoe that shines.
I have made plenty of walks have well walked
And am exhausted to the depth of my patience.
I am stuck at the doorway of aspiration
And the windows are sealed with the cruelties of hope
Could she give me a ride on her ship of freedom?