My mind is a blank canvas.

But it's waiting for me to cover the white

With blue, gold and undiscovered secrets about myself.

To soar like an eagle is what I dream of

As I sit in my nest

But the comfort it provides

Makes the leaving avoidable.

I will have to step out one day 

And one day I will.

But till then,

I want to watch the moon turn into the sun,

And the sun into the moon

Again and again.