Whim Poem by Samantha Felix

I sit with myself everyday.
I think of what could be and what may.
I watch life pass by and sometimes I jump in.
A splash of promising water flushes my skin.

And for just one moment I feel like a person.
Fresh and loved withal, deep in this emotion.
But then it happens again.
My imagination sinks in.

Paints me a picture of the true way.
Dark and full: fear washing away,
All the youth I felt for a second.
All the life I lived for a minute.
My fear, my imagination, more powerful than my will.

Close the gate, patch up the wall.
Sorry neighbor I don’t think I will ever call.
Safe in this cocoon existence.
Eventually you will fight with less persistence.
My manifesting imagination will always win.
So, go be gone.
Pretend this was all just a whim.