Like vines we are entagled in a forever dance,

in which you know I will take the lead.

But yet- you still take over me, consume me with thoughts

that transport me to a world you know would suit me.

I ponder- what exactly do you want me to see,

that I cannot achieve in my own consciousness.

Silence now- like a newborn babe, sleep until I wake you.

Your radical images are taking overme, hendering me

from what I must achieve in my routine existence.

You are brilliant no doubt, you are what beauty means to me.

I dare not betray you like the drones they have made-

I uplift you instead, but I fear their denial will shatter you.

Come now, it is almost time, the door is within reach.

Why now? Why must you withdraw the urge you would so pestilently preach?