What is this fantasy I’m in?
Could it be much more inane?
To dicker here and dawdle
there,
To walk the boundaries of
insane.
Must be in a sleepwalk state
Mesmerized by candlelight
Flickering. Bickering,
Trying to decide what’s
right.
Can’t be any tried and true
Imaginings to lead the way.
Left to falter, left to
flounder,
Left for yet another day.
Somewhere in this canyon deep
A river must flow out to sea.
Oh, to craft a simple raft to
Take me where I need to be.
Stripping out the colors
until
Flesh is bared in subtle
tone.
Reaching out to grab a limb…
Pulled into the safety zone.
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