Oh wait

Oh wait

I was gonna don that cloak of pessimism … for my wings of optimism feel damp

But then this eerie, scintillating gush is playing with those feathers

Tingling , enticing and making me wonder

What if every moment of past has been so the present can be

What if we manifest every hidden desire to become the unbridled full expression

As I hold on to my safe shoulds

I ponder

The unmistakable thrill of unshackled free fall

What am I playing at?