you seek not to impress, so you would not disappoint.
you seek not to give false hope, so you can minimise casualty.
you run,
afraid of the illusion and audacity of your own dreams.
you hide,
longing to be found only by the right one.
you are,
but a flight of penrose stairs.
one that can't co-exist with reality,
yet whose concept exists for eternity.
