Narcissus

I lose myself in the water so much I cannot look away.

If my fall blesses me, the lilypads might cushion me,

And the lotus flowers crown me before I drown.

I cannot forget what the trees look like; I see them caressing the hair of my other self,

Who smiles from below and reassures me of my destiny. 

But it isn’t time yet,

To fulfil this curse,

And the voice I cannot look back on,

But which holds my head in place,

Reminds me of this.

It isn’t time yet,

It isn’t time.