Thursday, December 8, 2011

poem II

A window I knew existed
Between me and what I am
A path I knew was carved
To find what I always was

Misty dreamy mornings and lazy nights
Choked on me; where I tried
To come out and
Live like I wish to

I guess it was only
But a dream; I guess I lived it
More than I should have
It scared me

If those answers I could find
I could smile; could breathe
If the world ever rested; I guess
I could move on.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Those things which are difficult to imagine are the thing which we are scared off and it becomes impossible to believe in them then....therefore they remain as dreams... Forever....