Focus

Maybe

I like the way it feels to be
driven

   propelled

      dragged
forward

by my own tunnel vision.

Maybe

I need 

to imagine

(you).

There is a fire lit beneath me

once again,

and you are the fuel

giving life to that fire

and to me.

You filter through every daydream,

and I chase the thrill of every smile.

You are my drug,

my high.