Rising High?

Lying in the bed

Thoughts flying high

In the clouds and away,

I see myself.

Calm and quiet

On the surface......,

Turbulent underneath.

Is this my life?

Is this the picture I have painted?

With strokes of happiness and melancholy?

Of love and hatred?

Of sharing and loneliness?

Like the crumpled bed...

Creases of shabbiness

surround me as iam

drowing in quick sand.

Time flows past queitly

Shadows flicker past in random

Thoughts swim in this quagmire...

Some blatant and some refined

I still want to wake up

Conquer the planes

One by one

rising high

Tear the pages and redo the sums.

Empty the malice

and fill with the pure..........

Till I wake up!