• fallingplanets 5w

    the sun is tugging at the drapes
    the day is whispering and the dawn birds have long gone to bed.
    i have to fight my way back into my dreams,
    there is still a trickle but the portal is closing
    each one fading like a car driving by.
    i hear people speeding to work
    or maybe to the store. my chores
    swing by my mind like a carousel.
    i have to walk on now, find a nice calm lake
    walk slowly into its cold waters
    and bury myself again.