when your mind awakes, but not fully
and your eyes have yet heavy lids
it is then that you are anywhere
anywhere that you have been

the home you grew up in
your first flat (and awful roommate)
a cheap hotel on a rundown street
that bed where death lays claim

I am nothing, I am everything
I am what you want to see
I am something, I am anything
I am what you want to be.

TMK 10.7.2007