Why am I awake?

Yesterday, it seems, has found me further than today

I’m feeling like reality is but a simple dream

A fantasy of good and bad with nothing as it seems

I’m tugging at the weeds

I’m staring at the sun

I’m wondering if it’s the end or only just begun

A beam of light catches my eye

A tear rolls down my cheek

She is the sun and weeds

The good and bad in all I seek

And she is why I speak


Trinity Blaze

Written May 10, 2011