i'm craving a bowl full of adventure tonight.
dramatic white clouds, brimming with the coming weekend rain,
are pasted against the black sky
and the stars beckon wistfully...
how daring it'd be to race the night
with wild eyes, large and teasing
and laugh til you can laugh no more.
so while my chin rests on the windowsill
and i watch what i cannot join
the thrills must remain conflicted inside
for the day will soon come
and when it knocks at my door,
i just might leave without so much as a warning.
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