C'est Pas Fini

As I lay wide-eyed,
I long for sleep tonight.
Slumber hides the pain,
the will to be has drained.
The words of truth have gone.
No one to depend on.
And if I had the chance,
it wouldn’t slip through my hands.

Whispering wind
speaks to me in
voices that waken each sense and begin
to bring into mind
that place without time,
that only has limits if I so decide.

I simply escape
reality’s rape,
stake my salvation for sanity’s sake.
I own what I feel,
and whether it’s real
only makes difference in my curving wheel.

And I, and we. And is all.
If I, if we–if at all–
learn to discover
and then we’ll recover.
Children in time learn to trust with blind eyes.
Children at play grow to lead us one day.
One day.

Whispering wind
speaks once again.
Senses awaken and sanity wins.
I drift with wide eyes
and try to disguise
pain I endure, brought by things I despise.

In comes the sound,
a pleasant surround,
triggered emotions in which I am bound.
I travel this way
to worlds far away.
Mind leaves the matter, no matter who stays.