When you are a metaphor - an original

When you're a metaphor

Toy with the suggestion
The mere idea
Of what could be

The realm of possibility
Is endless
Breathe in and feel the magic

There is only so much
Future and memory
That can exist in this moment

Before it becomes hope
And delusion
Sad and contrived

My life exists in seasons
And fall is my own

When the garden can no longer be my home
Then thorns and briars remind me
What is real

A gentle guide that traces my path in the extreme boundaries of sensation

When flying and fighting
Are a gauge for living and breathing

Meet me at the edge