Alive

This desk will be smooth
 It is bumpy
 This tree will be rough
  It is coarse, softer than I thought
  I am walking down a straight hallway
   But the walls ahead are curving in
   I should say hello
    I'm watching new friends meet
    I want to stay
     I'm already leaving
     I want to turn back
      I'm still walking
      I want to go
       I'm not moving
      I'm not a poet, I've never tried
     I'm not a politician, I've never tried
    I'm not brave, I've never tried
   I feel so alive, I must be dreaming