Making up my mind

Making up my mess

Making up the imaginative possibilities of what once was just wishful thinking

Alas discovery in its limitless depths is consuming my core

As I surrender to its harmonizing entanglements

Vibrant colors nearly blinding the experiences yet still finding its loop holes to skip through with joy

Maybe ready is not concrete but merely a myth

With no matter of facts

Presently I stand and reach out to tap into each color

Each one whispering ticklish nows
Bursting fingertip tastebuds in each soulful interaction

While I sit back and enjoy the show