So I Dream
I'm available--
exposed.
Caught in the crossfire
of handshakes and smiles.
The smoke grips my lungs.
I cannot oblige.
I will not oblige.
So I dream.
I elope with restlessness
into the fluid incubator.
I build my own prison
where I can be free.
Copyright © Ryan Graham | Year Posted 2013
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