Wait

I imagine long walks down the road.

Things begin to bloom and the sky explodes.

The damage is undone, and then I know.

This has got to be a dream.

Machines and luxuries don't last.

I took my sleep for granted in the past.

And I woke up half-dead in the hourglass.

Why does that sound funny?

Wait, you're almost there it's gone.

You're almost there it's gone.

You're almost where what follows you, does not bother you.

I have walked the tightrope parts of me.

I towed the line just far enough to see.

I never found a gift you get for free.

You pay for them dearly.

I see my forever as one long night.

If I can make it dark then I can make it light.

I know that most of living done is done in the mind.

Only thought survives.

Are you tired?

Are you uninspired?

Has the miscommunication tried to eat you up inside.

I am here, and you are here.

And everything I want to know.

Sleeps between your ears.