When the remains of a falling star catch my eye,
When I wake up one morning needing no more sleep,
When the soup is delivered just goldilocks-fine,
When my popcorn gets its own empty seat,
When the deadlines too hit the snooze button,
When heavy rains pause my minute hand.
All but me speed on in a blur.
Where you see straight, I see a curve.
Could a moment’s glance really inspire,
promises lasting beyond eternity?
Or is it just the self’s desire,
whiling away in fantasy?
The fool’s gimmick,
an extravagant attempt at flattery –
A hopelessly twisted heart’s
take on tomfoolery.