When The Night Falls Poem by Adnana Zeljkovic

My dreams are not as used to,
they are now virtual.
All I have to do
is rotate the Earth
and stop wherever I like,
land or ocean,
height or depth,
all sides of the world accessible,
wherever I point the arrow,
direction is mine.
Icarus, I have freedom to fly,
the one you never had,
and to fall,
to be eaten by fish I have freedom,
to wander all night long,
sleepless,
and start out to my work in the morning,
drowsy,
fingering the trees
(none on Broadway last night)
to see if they are real.