Oh we fantasize,
the quiet, the sleep, the no longer
active duty
of being on the same page
When we imagine,
we often paint a pretty picture
because in our mind
anything is better than this,
we have forgotten everything.
When we allow ourselves
to go into the murky waters of
self-destruction,
we purposely ignore
the beauty around us.
I wonder why it is
that when I would rather be
asleep,
i do forget the beautiful faces
surround me every day
I suppose it is because
they are beautiful aren’t they
and yet,
their soul, their heart,
that passionate embrace
That piece of their lives
is meant for someone else,
and mine,
my mystique my muse my lover
is beyond my reach
So then I believe
that is what it is
the final response
to knowing we cannot achieve
the peace we know,
So instead we imagine death,
for in its absolute,
we can now begin to relax
stop trying to reach …
