Awake but in a standstill,
holding my breath unawarely;
I am caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts
but barely capable of a word
I am enveloped in darkness
but could vividly see;
washed out by an endless sea of mumblings
taking in every word, with it, oddly swimming.
I count the ticking of the clock,
and listen to nothingness
as I dream of a dream about reality
I let myself drift off to sleep
and dream the dream
hoping by tomorrow I live the dream
of living to dream of living.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Ode to my Family
when everything is, and even when it's not; when the days are bright, and even when sun's not in sight; i take a look at you and...
No comments:
Post a Comment