Alive,
sometimes
despite my dreams.
Rolling on the waves
of consciousness
it seems
so hard
to hang on to that place.
The horizon’s way,
always beckoning me.
Does it always have to be a waste?
I’m not sure,
anymore.
This is moving on,
as it always has,
as it always will.
Night is full
of lust and death,
until,
we reconsider
who we are.
The day brings a new disguise,
and we live a lie,
at least so far.
I’m just wondering
if I can make
myself wake
to a new dawn.
Let peace consume me,
until I’m moving on.
When I wake,
is the whole world changed,
or is it just me?
Is this insanity,
or am I finally seeing
with some clarity?
Until then,
I’ll sit on the edge of my
conscious mind
for a little while.
Feeling the ebb and flow
of the world
waiting for me.
Come so far,
with so far to go,
with only my dreams
to comfort me;
and my dreams
have rarely been comforting.
That’s why each day
matters so much
to me.
HG – 2020
