Like you hold some secrets...
Entrapped in your cape
That spans across and above.....
Thousands of bits
Of human illumination.....
I know there is more
Beyond the tiresome bindings
Of these vagaries of life......
Yet to look beyond the frames
Of the trained imagination
That we name the "future"....
Is a feat I cant seem to contain
Within my limits....
Perhaps then, your smile
Is all I have.....
To depend on
And know, that somewhere....
You hide someone....
Who will sketch it all out
Before me....
Till then, I content myself
To the confines
Of my random soliloquy....
