i have this imagination

you do not know me yet, but

i have this imagination 

that saves me from

the present moment -

it feels so good to believe

that anything could be real

it feels even better

to rationalize myself towards hope

 

say, 

i give myself permission to dream

say,

it is only as trivial as a fantasy

say,

maybe there is a reason

she can see me

 

how long does an idea last before

it becomes real or forgotten

and

where is the wisdom

that could let me know

if i'm wasting my time

 

(she is on my mind)

but i do not know her yet

i falter at

whatever there is to expect

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