Pull

Past dreams prod close, in a proud strut on the fence
between then and the now, a cruel play, a sneer.  
They say be a child, and a child I am
I’m the beginning, in ignorance though feigned but still true.

Bliss links hope to stride,
curiosity calls an excited step forward. But-
reason is pulling, with kisses of longing 
Caution dressed in care leads in a waltz to the known.
Familiar,
but not needed.