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The World Is Flat

By Muriel Palanca



The best part was the moment that

Line between restraint and wishful thinking

Became something like spider silk before the sun dried up the rain. A

Blurry boundary where my innocence could trespass

Between blank space and sturdy binding.

What is the wonder that keeps the stars from colliding? I never knew.

Is it the same force that made us

Real or was it just the street lamp that made everything appear hazy?

And what about love? Why does it

Make a dreamer who’s condemned to

Believe in the impossible, the improbable, the one and a better day? Who else

But a liar can see the truth most clearly and ignore it just the same?

If I could write a symphony from certainty

By mixing love notes, fragile hope and a first impression, I’d take a

Chance on double zero because I never really learned my lesson.

This is why the world is flat. I need a

Dream to be somewhere beyond the things I see.

Will you take me to the edge and pull me back? The fall was

Never kind when I reached the bottom, so it’s best if I stay right here. I’ll

Be next to you at the bus stop, waiting for something

More to surpass my expectations. Waiting for something better

Than another ordinary day. Waiting for

An answer to why we want what we can’t have. Can an

Illusion be enough to keep you warm at night?

Please tell me that I’m wrong because I’m almost never right.

Wake me from my fantasy and shake

Me from my reverie. I’ve given

Up on romantic delusions and a childish state of mind. I remain

So close to what I always wanted, but I always get left behind. Yet,

I believe there is an end to every circle. I believe I

Can almost touch the moon if I stand on my toes and stretch my fingers. And I believe that to

Watch cars go by in silence with someone you love is made sweeter by holding their hand.

The world is flat because the

Sunrise isn’t possible unless someone pulls it through the sky and the

One you love is just a stranger you saw as you were passing by. The

Last thing you should know is how much I didn’t say. I know

Time can span eternities and a second is all it takes.

With umbrella in hand I’ll take my leave and with it possibilities but

You can be a part of it if you get on the bus with me.