There once
upon me was hidden
a gift
so hauntingly clear.
My eyes
blinded by envy…..
Away
from it did I steer.
Why is it so incessant? Do I always need to stay within the present? Can't I just avoid it? Facing my convictions, why do they impede?
I look
around at this space and
I know
it's dusty indeed.
Shake off
the mold that is growing
stagnant.
Top soil turned, planting a seed.
Why am I always sleeping when I'm awake? Why is it that dreaming is more than I can take? Am I only happy when I'm depressed? Or is it only an illusion I won't put to the test?
Always when I'm empty,
I'll drop and refill.
A pleasure in the lending,
I'll pay the tab when it's due.
A solace in forgiveness,
but a taste of mistake.
On the breath of being senseless;
I've a mask to replace.
