Seeking The Thrill Poem by Atef Ayadi

Suspended
In the air;
I am …
Anchored down by Eileen’ eyes,
Up by my dreams,
Right by my past
And left my future
Blows like the wind.
Less fearful to fall down
The past is unchangeable
My dreams are always fair.

This is my perfect thrill
The fate I am always after
I disregard equilibrium
Stability is ignorance.

I bite on my face,
No tear
And
No fear;
I am seeking the thrill.
I take myself up
And plunge down.
Eileen’ eyes give me an extra breath
The more I go up,
The more I am rewarded down
With a pure air.