it's hiding just outside
the limits of my view
I'm sensing but not seeing
like something I forgot
but never quite remembered
I grasp at aural light
concretely insubstantial
I wake with vague discomfort
false scenes disturb my rest
these moments never happened
left emotions strongly felt
if I went right the way was left
and so I doubt my path
a million tiny options gnaw
it's not regret I whisper soft
insidious voice is more
what ifs pristine and white
cloud castles in the air
like stories shortened early
they might have ended well
instead of endless epics
that tell of failures vast
I wish when lights are dim
this feeling I could shake
accept my lot the one I chose
and leave the rest to God
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