Theoretically

As we layin the sharp blades of wet grassYou told me thatTheoreticallyWe all turn to wallsWhen we don't know

I'm not quite sureI understood.

My focus might have drifted.

Up and away

Theoretically,I knew what you wereTalking about.

But, as you continue to carefully manipulate your wordsSo as to show your intellectTo the crowd of people who only appear in your dreams,

I wonder if,Perhaps,I might gaze upon glistening galaxiesOn my own time

–Avi Mehta