Alicja Kuberska writes

Incorrigible Dreamer

Every day I am slowly leaving.
I step to the rhythm of minutes.
The evanescence is astounding
- Days and years pass
At  an ever increasing speed.

I am living in an ephemeral world. 
My house of cards can be demolished
By each gust of events,
But with an insistence of a maniac, I build
Castles in the air, inside my imagination.

I am running towards mirages and I am looking for

Greener grass in the neighbor’s garden
I cannot appreciate what I have
- I regret only when certainty
Turns into uncertainty.

I know I am an incorrigible dreamer