The time has come to wake from slumber
To break the cycles, break the rules.
Anchor my soul, I once said, don’t let me wander,
For wandering I have been too long.
But what are plans, hopes, memories, on the canvas of the universe?
What is the meaning of restless minds
And bloodshot eyes
And heavy hearts?
What does it mean to lie awake
Wishing for more,
To feed the insatiable soul,
Abandoning the core?
Waves of the sea wash daggers ashore,
Each with a thousand blades,
I launch into the sea of fears
Wounded, howling, I look for my shadows.
I found some in new corners
Wearing unfamiliar masks.
Others, I could not see,
But I felt their eyes on my back.
Bickering and taunting me, from a safe distance.
Why me? I shout at The Light,
But the fog lifts and I see all of you.
Wounded, but differently, more severely than me.
Chains and shackles, more rigid and tight and painful.
Your faces surprise me, though.
The corners of your mouths turn up, not down.
Wrinkled eyelids look out of place
For they surround the most brilliant eyes.
Smoke. The inferno hasn’t burnt itself out,
But continues to glow in a more beautiful manner.
I wake up, disorientated.
With a vague recollection of the strangest dream.
Something is different.
The colours of the room? Or has the house become more silent?
It is not until I study my reflection that I realise
That I am no longer lost, and yet I continue to wander.