Pic-sure...
Pic-sure...
Sound in thought, easy to follow
I carve into my days numbered, lost in a chance, knowing I'll eventually be hollow...
It circles my every thought as I lay in bed
Breathing easy, yet finding no pause for the racing mess in my head
It clings to my side, bringing unfamiliar doubt
Twisting my stance, reminding me into chance, there's something I can't live without
As I stare & ponder at a ceiling with nothing to say
It gives me some comfort, simply being there as I think back, with what I wish I could change about every day
Shadows just out of sight get near as eyes begin to close, they fill with desire for more time
As dreams & nightmares fight for which will be free tonight, I take what I can, readying remembered thoughts with each rhyme
Sometimes, it almost feels too much to place with a few, or a single word
To not do so now though, seems to be, to me, more absurd
If anything triggers a thought, or idea, it's worth it to me, in the end
After all, it's not a need, but a simple want, one of which, will always be just another thought, from a wandering, wondering friend...
I find, with my mind, clarity comes from fractions of memories...
Some I'm sure aren't, can't be, & or, weren't real...
The simple possibilities...
Give me outcomes & responses that I swear I can, did, feel...
"Imagination & hallucination are separated by how each is shared..."
"It's safe to say, each, in their own way, still show why & how someone did, or could have cared..."
---Thanks for reading---
---Always---
(I think I have insomnia)