Strange discrepancies

[createlisten]

we shall go off on a nighttime journey and not be sure where it leads
i imagine fields of wheat blowing around in moonlight
and cool air blowing past your smiling faces on rural highways

i am not sure what my motives are or how to shape them
could i be a playdough shape in judgmental hands
melting in and out of a real sure form
reducing down to pure substance
becoming a smaller thing
than it was before
i don't know
yes, no,
maybe.

i wanna
be a billowing
sail in whatever
wind happens to find you.
don't call me out for
that i think it's
not too much
to ask.

i wanna
look like them.
standing up tall above
weird lucky constructions,
as if in flight.
as if aflight.

take me as if by surprise i won't be surprising
click click click a little sound brings me out
come on let's getamoveon