Not Yet Acquainted
It may feel familiar, but really it’s not;
By the time you read this, it will be forgot.
Facing the form, although tough it may be,
Leaping off lines that crumble with glee.
I feel like I know you, I’ve seen you before;
We’re not yet acquainted, so walk out the door.
Come down from your perch, here in the light;
There, that is better, now it feels just right.
I will never forget what I seek in my sleep,
Thoughtlessly wandering, not sinking too deep.