Meeting a new world constituent
Still brings the same giddy feeling
A feeling invisible to the naked eye.
And then another familiarity arises
Skepticism, from supposition one,
A natural constant
That can-not be undone.
With my sharp memory as a wing-man
I chisel decisions with intelligence
Gathered from past experiences
Sculpting my next move.
“Do I trust this person?”
I ask, pressuring myself
As if the answer
To that recurring question
Is necessitated to oxygen levels.
Looking at the person, I slowly dissect
What I can
Coming and going in their presence
So much so,
Like the Doppler Effect.
Trying my best
Not to place them, on that vacant pedestal
Fighting that ever-surfacing naivety
Dining with Reality,
Instead of my far-fetched fantasies.
6 Replies to “Perchance.”
Very nice! Missed reading you poetry 🙂
Thank you! 😀 I missed writing it…I feel bad for missing so many posts by other bloggers on my busy days…
Really nice. I am new to your blog but really enjoyed it. lily
Thank you Lily, I hope you’ll visit my blog often 🙂
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A whole new type of expression .
Thank you Ivan, much appreciated 🙂