Obsessed with the possibilities,
Made up a story,
Started to imagine
Thoughts “Folkin’ Around,”
not to be grasped
Half truth spun from untold lore

Cat didn’t get my tongue.
I started speaking and yet
the words came out jumbled.
Grammar, punctuation, word choice
all off but still understandable.

My voice fumbled even more.
It sped up,
and paused,
and dragged,
mixing with filler words
and dried laughter
bombarded by thoughts and visuals.

I was half smiling while still stuttering,
trying to stop both at the same time.

When I walked away with a solution,
my brain said
déjà vu, déjà déjà…
over and over,
and over.

And the final ending
not long after,
completely different from that of
where my imagination was going.