wAXings

Vortices

When nothing goes right
we like to think we'll escape
a meaningless life.

Sometimes, we feel we
may never change for the better.
Hopeful depression.

Dreams don't disappear,
they hide momentarily,
and sometimes they rot.

Lights spiral and fade.
Descending to dark nowhere,
if we stop looking.

Our flames may flicker,
though we shan't extinguish them.
We'll blink in daylight.

In shadows, we dance
until our muses return,
or we die happy.