In Leaving My World
I do imagine there would be
for it is that reality we shirk
so we do wait until the sun does rise,
we watch the moon,
we notice the nearby urban development,
we listen to the news,
our response matters to those close by,
perhaps nearby and not that close,
yet they do listen …
we respond because somewhere someone somehow,
told us to use our minds for their worth
rather than allow our heart to interfere with that reality.
Yet, then why is it in the mechanization of our reality
we do choose fantasy without ever choosing to glance
within nostalgic waves left behind.