In the darkest of night,
When all of the latent fantasies are in full flight.
I wake from dreams that churn in my mind,
When I turn the next corner, what will I find?
a poisonous twisted mess of destructive stagnation.
or new beginnings, long waiting in the imagination.
A chance to live, to love, to thrive.
To experience ALL my senses and know I’m alive.
Is this an act of desperation?
Born out of sheer frustration.
Or fantasizing on a grand scale.
To comfort me when I’m no longer hearty and hale.
To carry on with the safe, sure and known.
or fly on the wind to where I’m blown.
I don’t really know what the future will hold.
Only that to reach for the stars, I have to be bold.