Wish it could be said, so as, it could be understood.
Graffiti with meaning.
Sentences cut short.
Allegories without a cave.
Miscues planted for others to crave.
It is like tumbleweeds rolling up on the same day.
Everyday, trundling, to a four way stop.
Tumbling, falling around,
over and over…
hoping to just get caught.
It would be a privilege to entangle you in this dream.
Unexploited territories, sight unseen,
just to see life as it may not seem.