late

We are so infinite

Yet trapped behind barricades

Self imposed

And constructed by the hands of - 

Yours: so full of possibilities

That could create beauty

Yet we deserted that talent show

On the side of a dusty road when

I left our friendly opportunities

In search of something

Dangerous

Now that danger is sonorous

and

Synonymous to solitude

A life like

That.

A life the That.

Too basal

Or

Secure.