Sitting here Listening to the poetry Of your inhale Dreaming up possibilities And improbabilities Looking beyond horizons And the skies of reasons Your eyes like the fires That burn in the hearts Of all the children The poets, the players, the actors And every day dreamer Wondering at the wandering We all seem to engage in What are we looking for And where do we find it? How do we define it? Whatβs in a reality? Who decides it? Is it you, is it me Is it that shadow clad they Who loom over every second Policing our every blink Our every ******* thought. Never a moment without them Canβt we just find peace And the beauty of time Ideas and ideals racing, Flashing like demented disco lights On and off, on and off Chaos and the whirlwind of feelings And then You exhale.