Go somewhere March 5

Looks like lines are drawn and I am observing
how I delicately step over them as I walk.
Sometimes I look into your eyes and there is music
which reminds me that I had somewhere to go.
Events distract me, I keep away –
I forget that I too have to play a role…
Hands and legs and fingers and whispers,
I run, I try to search the one I’d like to follow.

Ordinary dreams, I forget in a few hours
what I remember seems to be insignificant.
A deep blue sky and sleeping under it,
is there a place I’ve been meaning to go?