It could be
If you would allow it.
That mural of fantasy
Running along the lazy arms
Of this day’s familiar clock.

It could be
If you would allow it.
The precious musings
Of that mind, so unoccupied
By the safety of this routine

It could be
If you would allow it.
A failure in a beautiful place
Or even a tragedy,
Altogether fruitless

But until then-
This is.
You allow it.