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!
