Why do you creep up on me so?
Like something out of a fog ridden dream
Catching me off guard
Making my breath catch in my throat.
I know you are bad for me
You know I am bad for you
Yet forces always push us against the tide we have set for ourselves
And straight into each other’s paths.
Will this storm blow over as soon as it came?
Or will this harmless dream turn into
A living nightmare?
Perhaps only time will tell…
© 7/20/11
