I had a dream about you
thoughts in a swirl but something life effervescent clarity
Except when images of you drew to soon.
All of it a haze of cacophony until came to the simple conclusion
of a white space only occupied by your presence, singular form, all I'm apart of.
But if all I've come to understand is how simple broken bonds
penetrate the deeper recesses of a school boy mind then I know not to read it like a book of psalms
hymns to my limited, substance influenced conclusive decisions
But It was a dream of you, so simple and clear
Clearest thing since I've been through here
And its not a fluke, not just a jest written into a mind game
played on a 12 hour time limit before I draw the heat from my chest
burn it up again staring at the bottom of this bottle.
Nah, I'm done. Been Done. Over with suffering my terror of being a failure to pass.
I've chosen less and less to anchor this inane situation
Let it float, man, just let it float.
Suffering is a song we sing to quell and ego maniacal clouded mind
with potential for a hunter's eye,
So self absorbed in who we are while a world we choose not to acknowledge passes us by.
Heh, first world problems, huh?
But it was undeniable, irrefutable that it was you.
An unintelligible conversation words painted on canvas,
And if poetry is the thoughts of the dying I might as well have been close
But not yet.
Because I believe we're all entities in a time test,
Nothing near static even if our damned desire motif is to out live the rest
I never knew what you were saying, just what I was feeling.
And I've given way to not pursuing because that's just a fools game that we're playing
Going against the grain, cleaning the clouds off my shoulders from deep dusty nights of
And Its simple and I'm uninterested.
But something in the small of my mind is always screaming,
"Goddamn it you were worth it!"
And I think that's what this dream was about:
Letting me know I wasn't a fool for trying
A gamble in a fate ridden storm of uncertainty and question-ability.
But I digress.
Dreams are dreams
Subconscious parables of fears and desires,
Discourse of emotion until the sweat on your mind runs dry.
I'll let it fade from my skin because that's what I'm good at,
Letting the numbers run until time's up.
It was a dream of you. Not with you.