susceptible.

back. back. back.

how far can one go
before he has left
where he was
and entered a new world?

does every man
entering the realm
realize he wishes
that he belonged here?

does every clopclopclop
sound in his brain
long past the horse
leaves his sight?

does every simple fact
resonate, and resonate,
within all of his soul?

or is this one,
susceptible,
to wishing?

back. back. back.