Flat white. You're here because there's
absolutely no other way. All the other
roads are closed.
All the other options
are hidden in a magician's trunk
who does not know he is a magician.
You're here with
your arms like pillows
and dreams like birds
and eyes like dreams of birds.
You look in the mirror and you're
just as you imagined yourself
that day, at the crossroads.
You're also someone you don't recognise
and are also very awkward around.
You being here,
Take this confusion and drop it in an ocean,
let all the others coming after you
swim after it,
absorb it and then polish it.
Make it a diamond on the crown of this
only world possible.