Daydreaming Thomas - April 15, 2015
I sort of spaced out
Into an ethereal dream
While she fell back
Into her usual routine
Amidst the material
Which my eyes have never seen.
She ponders for a bit in confusion
The possible reasons for my doubt,
But it's the subject of possibility
The inexplicable mind can't figure out
As I soar above the tops of buildings
And dive into the Atlantic ocean
With uncanny buoyancy I believed
As just another preconceived notion
Until I cast that fact
Into the back
Of the recycle bin
After I break
The REM cycle
clocks back in.
And still you ask
Why I've yet
To fall in love again?