Full of dreams and hope
as we trundle out of bed
every morning
we go forward
full of ideas, full of chances
fresh glitter and smiles.
We tell ourselves that
we're going to take that chance
that undeniable chance
is ours today
and we promise ourselves
there will be no
pain
here and there.
We tell ourselves that
some little inside joke that
we play on ourselves
to keep us going, maybe?
Maybe it's not a joke
Maybe it's the truth
We live our truths, don't we?
Or do we?
It's kind of a shame
that by the end of the day
we're such an emotional void
so drained and lifeless
sort of glad we made it
just made it
through the day.
What is it about sleep that makes us wake up each day?
That little bit of death
that brings us to life
and
what is it about our dreams that make us alive?