A Place To Go

Sometimes the horizon is compelling
That which is beyond is the obsession
Over my time the unknown demands
Safety shadows our eyes
But for some the light is all compelling
Destiny becomes our dynamic
We need to fall off the edge

Sometimes the music steals you away
We are without choice
There is a thunderous crescendo
That explodes the doors to our heart
It's as if we are compelled into the surreal
And the sweet sticky
Drags us beyond concern

There is the ever diminishing habitual
There is the milieu
The familiar
But at some point it is trumped
I have entered the whirl pool
I am spinning
I am waiting for the flush