To be present in reality,
Encapsulated
In flesh and bones
Concurrently,
To be nowhere
But inside
As a ponderer
Of things
Not yet known.
Impossibilities
Swirling to ascend
Outside
Of its familiar,
Complicated world
To dare be open
To criticism and
The hatred
From the other self
And everyone else
Lingering,
Analyzing
Every aspect
Of being.
The fear
Of betrayal
And failure
Or that all
Is for naught.
It is perhaps
Just overthinking.
Or perhaps not,
Who knows.
How will it end?
Or does it begin
The moment you let go?
Will you find yourself dreaming?
Sinking into oblivion,
Trying to escape once more?
Do you see yourself wandering
Your innermost being
As reality gets lost below?
We’re living
In a vast, never ending dream
Tread freely to where you need to go.
Stars in the sky sparkling
With dreams sought after
Like dainty diamonds
Brimming with brilliance,
Constantly plucked out
Of the deepening darkness
By our hungry hunterselves
So as to permanently
Keep them from getting lost
Into the void that is regret.