Exit Left

she said, when I was really young
I'd stare out of the window, stare into space,

into nothingness

you told me that
you said she called me a dreamer and that's how I'd be.

what was I dreaming of? I didn't know then.
time went by. she passed on. again you reminded me.
now I realised

it was the real me that I was dreaming of:
the one who beckons to break into the physical dimension

the one who rebels against merely being a wisp of the imagination.

aye. and I shall grant myself courage,

to always let me out.