The Potential
Is this tangible as depicted by my senses?
Never knowing if I am here or there in my alibi,
Foreseeing a multitude of path that lies in unison,
Intuitively choosing as choices disappear in the drag,
Nesting in my being, will I bid in a fond adieu?
If I am forced to say goodbye, will it even be mutual?
Take it away! This fondness of dystopia,
Existing in an infinite potential of a Singular.
Hint:
One cannot exist without the other,
From one end of the spectrum to another.
Copyright © Fariq Yusoff | Year Posted 2016
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