Shall we bypass the rules for a bit?

And imagine the (freedom)
of a stroll to point A.
I had imagined such a trance
which the simple escape by a snap or a flick
would leave you in such disarray.
Or perhaps the choice presented itself
in the **** and a vanishing act once more.

Tell me where to go with this…
perhaps you’d enjoy the clouds in the night sky
or maybe even the reflection of the moon on cobblestone.
Take the light out of your eyes and wipe away the color
Or dip your toes in the water.
Pull your hand away from the fire.
Pretend to live.

Point me in the direction of the wind
And follow along, piece by piece.
Stagger along that wall and
maybe one day you’ll
release.

Or jump head first and realize
there was a time when you’d
think first, perhaps for a fleeting moment.
Hear my voice and grasp for my arm
and return.

Or flow downstream to the End
and bask in the warm sun for a time
in the light, so it seems.

Let the warmness remember you like I do.