I am a hero
I am a villain
I am a star
I am a soldier
a cyborg, a captive, an adventurer.
The ideas swirl around me in a snowstorm,
but they all fly away before I can grab one,
like lightning bugs on a July afternoon.
I strain, but they hang above me, taunting.
Over my head, just out of reach.
I chase them, panting.
but they flicker, and waver
they are not hard or solid
they are fluid
and every-changing
Yet light enough to ride the wind
till they dissolve into the starry sky
and I stand alone and watch them go
disappearing one by one
till I am nothing more
than a girl with a notebook
and nothing left
to write.