All I can not

the debate was easy
against the siren song
i depart from the road
for a little while at least
into the fog
but ill at ease

a part of me again
is lingering in that moment
when i close my eyes
and "She" stirs inside
sending a quiet mind racing
embracing
a fools hope,
a figment praying
heady to stimulus
of the warm rush while
under wonderful torture,
screaming out
the scene from a dream:
release the old feeling of what could arise
a life where lonely steps aside
with easy grace and open mind...

"silence the bleater!!
before he takes control
back to the road
back to the road"
somewhere at my back
it echoes

LOUDER

...a magic time to reside
a garden for the simple life
to sway and play and peek and hide
inside her eyes
her startling eyes

disarming..

maybe, but

ephemeral as well

yeah,
they come fast and hard,
but they're gone
and i realize the road is long
i thank the pause
to collect my thoughts
and turn around to
resume my walk
i have to remember
not to keep them alive
after they're gone
and allow them free rest
within my head
perhaps i am now
in order to ignore
the good work of progress

a prideful illusion
a runaway imagination
performing any confusion
to gloss over
my awkward station

there is work to do
and i've borrowed too much
of my time