In some sad way

Is it art?

The inevitable

Young minds overflowed

Reading love letters

Like gospel

And truths

Like recommendations

Bleeding hearts

Off our sleeves

It was nothing like it was before

So just for a while

We stay like this

Sustained in the moment

That escapes recall

Are you real?

I should hope not

The state of consciousness

Taints the unconsciousness

Outward infringing on inward

So stay perfect

As you are in my mind

It is the natural order

For tortured souls

Not even yet two decades through

With pain to last a lifetime

To forget willfully

For the chance of euphoria

They say

Relax in your being

Settle your soul

Take it easy

Give a good show

A flower in the hand

Or a garden in the mind?

Promise me

You won’t pick me

Until I’m ready

There’s no such thing

As wonderland on earth

They are fever dreams at best

But life gives

The best way it knows how

The space between the two

That is where I pace