I sit here and stare
At the empty Air
And wonder what it is I wish was there.
In that spot, that empty air.
Perhaps a muse, one to inspire my word and make me dare?
Dare to try and dare to do.
Dare to live and do more then survive.
Dare to thrive.
Or perhaps I see, in that empty air, a lover instead.
One to make me see the world, one to make care.
One to make me feel like more than words on a page.
One that might set me free of my own dreadful cage.
Oh I sit and stare at that empty air, and wonder what I wish was there.
Not that it matters, not that it changes.
The air remains the same, no wish comes true.
Nothing is there in that empty air.
No matter what I do.