the chorus of tomorrow

the chorus of tomorrow

launches its inevitable call

and the chords of my heart

soar to the sounds,

anxious of a transformation

unrecognizable, undeciphered in its 

range of colors

depth of meaning

resplendent in its being

        like a deceiving mirage

        it allures the bystanders

        and propels forth the ambitions 

        into an adventure of a lifetime.

Its face may be in the dark

but what it fortells

is anything but hidden

suspending all inhibitions.

go on to that plank

which dangles in mid-air

and lurch upon what lies ahead.
 

- Sophia Ojha Ensslin