To imagine nobody knows,

our hearts turn to stone

we might waffle in envy,

scorned by our own soul.

 

When a stroll in twilight

seems singular

what happens if the world

around is forgotten.

 

Lives become measured

without sacrifice

only retrospective annals

of lost imagined horizons.

 

While traffic lights blink,

cast away the fears of our now,

reach out, breathe, anticipate

lives respond, sweet elegance.

 

While the business of reality

pokes the bear, laugh out loud!