The Daydreamer

Written for the Natasha Collazo Unofficial Challenge 'Calling all Poets' Details below...

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here I am in an

e x p a n s i v e

world we all go.

how long I stay depends on

when I tire from linking words

to fill this page... or,

when life rudely interrupts my stay...

this inner arena of endless worlds

can be found between

drifting<<and>>awareness.

It's where the muse waits to

collaborate—

venturing down creative paths

one idea at a time.

it's a place where choices

outnumber the chooser

and conflict instigates

a barraging onslaught of

frivolous thoughts.

the good,

the bad,

the unexplored?

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When I envision solutions

to a buzz killing problem,

why are odds stacked against

the desired outcome?

It’s because participation is on hiatus and laziness

doesn't care to test latent abilities.

I'd rather dodge the invasion of

suggestions swirling in and out of view

than capturing just one to hire it for the job.

Why?

The answer requires being someone other

than me.

procrastination is the fickle shareholder

in this action-based playground.

i'm no magician.

i'm no sinner or saint.

i am me.

but...

i am all of the above

and so much more when i enter that place

where no one else is invited.

where no one can tell me i'm wrong...

a virtual place where actuality suspends its hold.

a humorous place where thoughts become laughter.

a place where satisfaction and uncertainty duel it out

in an epic battle for existence...

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i don't know exactly what this place is made of,

but I am grateful for the opportunity to escape…