Engaging
in a dream.
Exercising
the ephemeral.
Transpire while sleep
comes unopposed
by waking.
Pushing through the waves
that try to force me
back to shore.
I’m trying to find
the impossible place.
Under an unknown sky,
gazing up at strange lights,
floating where
the water’s calm,
and I’m the only one.
Still a ways to go.
Unlocking the actual.
Sometimes,
just moving forward
is like struggling
through the mud.
Sinking deeper in the shit.
So hard to keep going,
knowing it is out there,
and I am stuck here,
but I cannot quit, now.
Unravelling a dream.
Trying to seek
answers inside of me.
Such a distraction
away from the action
of moving along purposefully.
I think I see a way
past all of this,
just disengage.
Let go of the dream.
Let go of the sky.
.
I can almost hear the waves
when I close my eyes.
It is time to wake,
and the day calls my name.
Guess I’ll will push through
another interlude,
until I can seek
that piece
of unknown sky
again.
HG – 2021
