I hold onto all my false truths


Trying to push them into my reality


Waking me in the night

Long seemingly peaceful nights

In which my thoughts wage a war

War against growing weariness

Limbs slowing sinking

Melting into the comfort of early morning hours

Yet it would seem

In these early morning hours

Realities and dreams meld into one

The solidified perfection of truth

For one moment I am enlightened

For one moment I rise above my destiny

Until like recalling dreams

I loose the pieces

Little by little

A groggy afternoon waking

To search again