Like vines we are entagled in a forever dance,
in which you know I will take the lead.
But yet- you still take over me, consume me with thoughts
that transport me to a world you know would suit me.
I ponder- what exactly do you want me to see,
that I cannot achieve in my own consciousness.
Silence now- like a newborn babe, sleep until I wake you.
Your radical images are taking overme, hendering me
from what I must achieve in my routine existence.
You are brilliant no doubt, you are what beauty means to me.
I dare not betray you like the drones they have made-
I uplift you instead, but I fear their denial will shatter you.
Come now, it is almost time, the door is within reach.
Why now? Why must you withdraw the urge you would so pestilently preach?