let me dream.

let me dream
of worlds from worlds we see.
let me write
lines of false prose trying to be true prose,
ignoring judgement in favor of true expression.
let me create
in an atmosphere i cultivated,
without disruption, without judgement,
without the impatience to go somewhere.
let me stay
in this place of peace;
what is the purpose of always moving,
of always trying to go somewhere,
of always building forward and never looking back?
let me grow
my thoughts and skills
bit by bit, line by line, year by year,
because there’s no point in leaving behind this world we inhabit
without fully absorbing its treasures from our start to the
end.