I wonder at the thought
or even how it arrived
It wasn’t a dream
but it might have been a remnant
Was it the green outside
or the green inside
or any number of things.
The thought persisted
it urged me on
it said go
it said it was safe
it said just do it
it even said I am in control
so here I am
and the thought has deserted me
and all you get is this pointless ramble.
A Gap In The Clouds 