Daylight Dreams

to me poetry is more a direct bleeding of heart onto paper + thus is not easily explained.

Is life but an image
A copy of reality
Is this life just make believe
A picture of who you're expected to be

Who are you
Who do you wish to be
Stop looking behind you
And plunge into the murky, silver waters before you
So refreshing, though you cannot see

Is life but a dream
An illusion set before your eyes
Is life the one truth
Or is it a sorrowful fantasy

Run toward the towering mountains
Dive into the ice cold waters
Do not hold back
Don't rush the clock's slow hands
Nor allow them to tick by
Your dreams of daylight flash before you
Grasp them while they still allow

Is life but an illusion
Aberrations fluttering about you
Is this all we have to live for
Or somewhere beyond your vision is there more

Clear your head, take a breath, dive into your aspirations