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