When the world is fuzzy
While my pretenses sleep
And I blinking waver
Between Dream and Reality.
In this pocket of stillness, I sit--
Tousled, rumpled and wholly
Un-put-together
And in this fleeting space
I am able to simply be.
Yet as I reach out to greet
My unapologetic Freedom,
Poof!
It slips through my fingers--
Wistfulness in its wake.
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