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A Second Look

Take a second look and you’ll see

The monsters that followed you everywhere

Creeping in the basement

Hiding in the closet

Lurking under the bed

The beady eyes of every eerie stuffed animal

The long reaching shadow of your favorite tree

A tomorrow that will never be

An insecurity that always be

An idea that grew to be

All exist only within me, a truth which makes you see
The fearsome one… Has always been me

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The Scene I See

All roads end in disaster

All I can do is stand still

The scene around me begins to change…

And I start to see

Even standing still is not standing still

Disaster will end up finding me.

How peculiar is man, that what saddens him most is the loss of things that never were.

Beneath the Sand

Any man with a dream at hand
A wayfarer from a far away land
Destined back beneath the sand

Can truth be told from what memories hold?

My vigor back beneath the sand before I can see dry land.

My eyes still open
Up late at night dreaming tales of better men…

Nighttime revelations

Tell me, when your eyes happen to open in the night. 

And you begin to lose sleep. 

Lost in a single thought. 

Mind unclouded by the daily noise. 

Covered by your blankets. 

A place and time where anything is possible.

What is it that you pray for?

And every night a fool prays that which he has lost the will to fight for. 

A dream which passed long ago.

Beware the lost traveler. She abandons you then appeals to her sincerity as to your whereabouts.