Distr…Hey, What’s That

Days dissolve like sugar, in a heart made of glass. Water blends them effortlessly, one to the next.

Inching us unknowingly, to that preverbal edge. A lifelike game - connect the dots, directing our steps.

Standing here, I’m peering blindly over its ledge, I fear now, there is no going back. I missed the warning that we’re not supposed to look down, still unaware that we are under attack.

Too late to change the choices that I’ve already made. I’m not sure now, if I can even be saved.

Reality threw a curve ball and hard upper cut, slashing deeply into my pretty face.

Answers that I needed, have been completely replaced, with new distractions, that have picked up the slack.

Can’t escape the feeling that I need to go back, counting every blow, creating this crack.

Time will tell the story of the times I have asked, but it doesn’t seem like I’ve got the knack.

Imagination saves me, keeps us moving ahead. Drawing my attention elsewhere, and something new, instead.

Onward still we go, until we reach our once, original goal. (Before we found we’d gotten distracted.)

Now here we stand, content with all the dots we’ve connected. Ignorance is bliss when we don’t see the rejection. So many other things to do, to grab our attention. (Thank goodness we don’t realize it’s all a distraction.)