Pulling in the smoke of a lost flame...
Misplaced paths crossed and paths still chosen
Mistaken luck? I sit and ponder
Lost in thought
Lost in the labyrinth of my imaginary memory
I want, I long for…something
I can taste it, feel it, without knowing what I miss
It remains on my lips, yet to utter would be suicide
When it grasps me, I am unable, unwilling to break free
Without so much as a warning
Wanted hands, wanted heart, wanted words…
...unlock, what?
(J. Smith 2010)
