Is winning really the only option?
Happiness the only outcome?
Who dictates us
in the conscience
of our own
desolate
minds

a
a v
a vo
a voi
a voic
a voice
A Voice
Alone
Totally Alone

Warmth fills my shell
my heart has been lit
like a firework
awaits something more
like an everlasting explosion
trying to find the key
my arms stretch out
as if to grasp the horizons
and pull them closer to me
finally free
the source of perpetual motion
(metaphorically)
... Free

The lights go by,
glittering fireflies,
sparse friendships found

on streets afflicted by a cracked mirror
only seen by me

Lights flicker in flowing windows,
barriers restricting everything
but light,

hollow light,

no love


in the barren streets,

Thinking
of You

I can't make the dollars
but, I can make sum cents

As I lie in wake
my body wedged between consciences,
I dream a dream like no other,
a dream of sadness,
of happiness,
a dream of fear,
of peace,
yet, I lie

Awake

And backwards
my dreams take,
through cobbled streets and ally ways,
backyards and worn trails
effects spiralling between realms, consciences
I cannot tell though

as I lie
wondering when sleep borrows
my soul
though a watered down death
one that reverses,
giving life,
forwards, backwards
concealed beneath
the darkness

I lie,
awake