A Touch of Blue

i keep attempting, trying, waiting, sitting,
here alone among the wooden walls of my confined space,
thinking and wishing, simply contemplating.
imagining? perhaps; of a potential, yet dubious, form of reality,
one that i cannot seem to gain access to; no, it’s a
world of freedom and joy,
of charismatic wonders, oh!
it’s pulling me in, these elements—so unfamiliar to me, so
unrecognizable.
It’s impossible to resist, this unexplainable force that
i am being drawn, pulled, dragged towards, against my will.
the inner marvels of this dream, this hope and
unwanted exasperation
is empowering, overpowering me.

so why not take me along? –
i have no other choice, no, not now.
i must only follow the path,
so intricate and undeniable,
as you.

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