Jayne.Press·2 days ago
Dignity is to dream without ceasing
She wiggles her toes
and reaches toward the heavens
it’s not so far, she heard in a song
the heavens, that is. It is
much closer than we think. At least
that’s what they tell us.
is it hope that I cling to
while I wrestle with his faith
faith in me faith in God — faith
a silent thing that pulses with
confirmation when you let it come
Is it dignity to release hope?
Is it dignity to release faith?
No, a stern no.
It is dignity to clutch on
even when there is so much left to lose.
I fall asleep with my fingers on the keys
I wake up to a numbered screen
And then There’s dreams left unattended
Causing a strange chaos to brew in the back of my mind.
It’s a dark cloud waiting to devour me
So I try my best to type a few word
The the clouds disperse and I can tend my dreams once again.
The moon crosses the sky
Have I forgot something
Is the laundry done
The spirits circle my car
Did I eat
Take my hand love me raw
Wrap your arms around my vibrations
Do I have to ask
Here I sit with not one fake mother fucker in my face.
I’ll humbly admit that there are some days I shift.
I’ll suggest something I don’t agree with
and when I become conscious of my falseness,
I retract it as quickly as I can.
It’s just much easier
to be elsewhere in my mind
and follow suit with my mouth.
Being aware of me at all times
is quite a bit of work.
I assume it is for most day dreamers.