Poetry

Expecting experience 
to match up to dreams
I echo my expectations
always seeking to be 
who I am

like an origami boat
tossed and turned
down the flow of a stream

broken dreams lying around
keep me in a trance
disengaged from the dance 
of the eternal now

see me as I wish to be seen
an image self created
self perpetuated in longing
for a cup 

half empty, 
never full