A Wishful Debt - Poem #1

 A Wishful Debt

Is the new view enthralling?

Or is the view I see a regret?

Would I call it a door to the other end?

Or would I rather call it an end?

Do I often explode inside;

While staring at my own strange silhouette?

It seldom is hard to discover where I belong,

But not moving heaven & earth is a wishful debt.

The empty roles I play,

Set a stage for succeeding threat.

I move, I act, I manifest;

It's the perspective, not a story to reject.

While chartering the misery,

Attain the wisdom I always meant.

Why avert the impending circumstance?

When I cannot unsee the dream I dreamt.

I watch myself standing ashore,

It's the place I never had ever left.

Floating far & away through it all;

Will I ever break through this eternal quest?

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