By Sina Müller

The lottery
I am dreaming of my future
I´ll be as big as my freedom
But this future never comes
And my freedom is not
that big after all

So I’ll stay for the departure
I am standing in the queue
Holding my waiting number
in my wet sweaty hands

I am dreaming of a moment
whose beauty could kill me
And I would not notice it
But this moment never comes
As long as I am standing still
And remaining silent and dumb
In my selfbuilt anthill

I am dreaming of a second
that will freeze in memories
to which I can cling
In long nights
waiting
for
.
.
.

Sina Müller is a young poet who lives in Berlin. She performs at poetry slams to express herself.