I wonder what occurs beyond the shadow,
the sunlit afternoon,
a trail of traditional imagery,
today in the density of a lush forest,
tomorrow while we visualize an urban transformation.
While the imagination permits
a colorful landscape
how true to the mind is the actual
or are we always involved
a pursuit of passionate irony.
Are we insistent enough to beg a difference
in the transient nature of time.
I wallow in the reckoning of impulsivity,
for that which drives my soul.
Yet, in the fashion of physicality,
we are all leading in the same direction.