Joanna

Buried in the plot I least traced

You tried, and I think I didn't

Pardon me, you hit me back to square one. I surrendered.



For the longest time,

I didn't know where I was

where I was heading to

I was questioned again,

philosophical

what I want to do, why am I doing it -

and if it all really matters



Crossroads as such encountered

I met you half way

and I thought you were comfortable

or maybe you were not

it was just the lights

then again, a language I attempt to understand

or maybe it was just the lights



What is it this time?

What do I see?




Can I... touch you?

not physically, but can I touch you?