Drifting off course
in a dream.
Wagering there is something
of greater value
in between the sleep
and the waking moments.
Seeing as it’s all fake,
there’s nothing that keeps my attention,
so I,
seem to disappear,
but I am not gone,
I am only searching.
A funny thing happens
when you reach out;
your hands come off your eyes
and you can see once again.
I wonder if you’ll recognise this?
Will you know where you are,
or will you be as lost as I was?
It’s hard to stay in place,
unless you are
wearing blinders.
Some willfully
close their eyes,
some gleefully
sew them shut.
Some trap themselves
in inescapable situations,
because they fear
the unknown.
Once you discover the void,
the heart yearns
to know its secrets
and the fantasy remains
of stepping off into black nothing
and finding out what’s really out there.
It’s a strange responsibility
that falls to us each
in time.
Even when we’re good at hiding
and staying blind.
There is no need to be afraid.
You’ll see,
once you reach out.
Understanding comes
only through experience.
Look around,
there’s a whole universe
out there,
right now,
waiting for you.
HG – 2020
