Why do I let it get away

Why do I let it get away short poem

I know it is just an urge
I know it is just a thought
I know it is just a dream
but why do I let it get away

I know I will have to justify
defy, and be a non conformist
if I were to let it get away
and fly with its wings open
dancing all around me
making be believe that
being alive can be magical
but still I let it get away

I can’t think a moment with out it
that is why maybe I let it get away

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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