Close a fistful
Of wishful sensations
Clothe a simple smile
With dreams that dimple realizations
Awaken to a wistful contemplation
Whistling at the train station
Debate whether you’re all aboard,
Or waiting— wanting more
Is such fuss worth its own weight in fate?
Is free will plentiful and as much front and center
As you enter the future you anticipate?
Can you escape
The waves in the wake
That try to undulate
You underneath the breach of sky you’ve sought?
Will you adapt to the impact
Of feeling trapped
Only to see
Why the frame is cracked
And why that’s exactly
How it remains intact ?