No difference anymore.
We used to find
a strong delineation
between day and night.
But now,
what used to stalk us in the dark,
follows us into the light.
We gained the power to live
in our dreams,
but nightmares seeped in
through the seams.
We wanted it all,
and beggars ask
only to receive.
Barter away our humanity
to call ourselves deities.
But we are such as these,
lost children,
playing make believe.
Not knowing the consequences
of our senses,
or how to retrieve
truth from the lie.
Our most perfect alibi
is to say,
“We were just pretending
this whole time.”
We need to dream to die.
To live.
All we must do is open our eyes,
but that’s where the nightmares
now reside.
No taking it all back,
no compromise.
We unleashed the monsters
in our minds,
because we’re too afraid
to face them,
chase them down
and erase them.
And now, they might just erase us.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Everlasting to everlasting.
The last thing we wanted,
but this is how we ended up.
Can we dream a new dream
that fixes all of this?
Can we close the seams
with a stitch,
and get back to living
how we’re supposed to live?
The only way to see
is to be the way it is.
Let the dreams return
to the nighttime,
and take all the nightmares
back behind the line.
We tore the veil,
but we can repair it.
The life is hard,
but we can bear it.
Our dreams will await
the day
we cross over the stage
to the other side.
Until then,
we carve the line deep
in the stone and sand.
One world for the living.
One world for dreams.
Day and night
and life in between.
DJR – 2023
