You dance the waltz
Of uncertainty
Envisioned citadel
Blown away
Like a house of cards
But like the escapist you are
You found a rabbit hole
Within the brittle husks of trees
Right there solidly in your grasp
With it you smother the fabric of the present
Even for a little while
The lazy exhales of a saxophone
Drowns the pestering flies of noises of reality
In a plane of impossibility,
You find yourself suspended there,
In that unshakable place of strength
A sense of home you create and take with you
Whichever way you roam.