My world is filled with spaces. 

Far-reaching fields between home and town, 

And gaps from dreams to reality. 

the spaces are abundant if not consuming. 

In my world of waiting, 

disruptions to the vast are lasting.

They leave impressions on the void.

Like concrete pillars, imposing, 

I add margins more, 

circling 

from afar.

In between,

I wander in clouds of nothing.