It starts with an introduction. An opportunity to learn. A chance to see into a new world. A glimpse into an enchanting place.

It extends into a collaboration. The next step in opening up the mind. As time goes on, I take in more. The sights, sounds and smells. It is as promised. A different world, experienced through a different lens. Yet, with more exposure, a clearer picture develops instead.

I step away, for fear of being taken in by enchantment. A fear of loss. But maybe. Just Maybe. A beckoning calls me back to you. A sweet melody, of chimes and whistles. A scent of perfume. A scent of you. A scent of potential. Of being in grace.

I follow your footsteps, yet I fear yours may end with mine beginning. As you lead, I feel I could persuade you to me. I feel an urge to show you my world. Another perspective, one I hope you could see.

Here I lay, wondering if you ever did consider. Another world. A possibility through me. Here I lay.