It’s 1 am
And I’m thinking about the past
Words I shouldn’t have said
Things I shouldn’t have done
An ocean of swirling grey
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
And maybe it’s a little poetic,
Heading off into nothing
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
I feel the earth under my feet
I am here
This is now
But I’m floating
I’m standing still and yet
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,
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 feels 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?
– “Separate Roads”