It’s 1 am
And I’m thinking about the past
Words I shouldn’t have said
Things I shouldn’t have done
Regrets
Regrets
Regrets;
An ocean of swirling grey
Ashes
A battlefield
Too calm to be turbulent
Too turbulent to be calm
A still expanse
Of water to the viewer
But only the voyager knows its wrath.
Where does it end.

It’s 2 am
And I’m thinking about the future
But try as I might, I can’t
Figure out what I’m supposed to be looking at;
Where others see a rainbow
Or others see rain
I see an endless sheet of cloudless sky
Stretching way beyond my vision
Endless and
Endless and
Endless.
And maybe it’s a little poetic,
Heading off into nothing
An abyss
Unfathomable
A color indescribable.
Where does it start.

It’s 5 am
And I’m thinking about the present
A strip of land in the middle of
Here and nowhere
Hopelessly and
Pathetically and
Irrevocably
Real;
I feel the earth under my feet
Telling me
I am here
This is now
But I’m floating
I’m standing still and yet
Floating
And the only thing keeping me grounded is the belief that I am.
A battle of willpower
When I don’t even know what I’m fighting for
And I never bothered to ask,
Where am I.

As I lie awake
With tendrils of light persistently filtering in,
I’m clinging
Desperately clinging
Grasping at what’s left of reality’s melody;
But when today is yesterday’s tomorrow and tomorrow’s yesterday
And when the promise of surreality feelsย realer than everyone else’s reality
And you’re wondering if any of this really matters,
I can’t help thinking,
Is this really where I’m supposed to be?

–ย “Separate Roads”

LL.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s