My Abstract

A vision, God no
A silhouette, not close
A shadow, not even that
A figment of my imagination

A combination of love and desire

An existence in my mind

Is that all you really are?

All you will ever be?

A figment of only my imagination.

A face without features and no name
A light among wasted candles
A flower amid a garden of weeds
Yet another figment of my imagination

A song, I only hear
A dance, I only move to
A path, I only pursue
Still a figment of my imagination

Do you lead or follow?
Do dare or do you engage?
Do you consume or choose to observe?
But mostly are you only a figment of my imagination?

By Timzie