Where Poem by Brian Roe

I think, I might think, too much…
I held a thought once…
or maybe it was a dream
it seemed to so real to me.
It felt like life and could have been
I look back now and then.
Over the shoulder, my hopeful glance
expectant, tolerant, and longing
for a chance that's real.
Where do you look when
you are unsure what you see?
Where do you go
when everything is where you've been?
Doubt, suspicion, greed
all turn in and seize
then chase the freedom I seek...