superimpose myself in your childhood room

where light chases after darkness

And offers the promise of a new day

my breath coiled into morning smoke

Clouding the delusions and illusions in my head

tomorrow, a wavering flicker

Will illuminate the future

or not. oh, what if? what if

What if it’s all a dream...that illusion I alluded to?

what am I waking up for,

When life is simpler before the dawn

and my eyes addicted to darkness?

I fight to see what’s in store, but

baby blue paint covers the landscape