sleep was like some sort of game last night
a kind of “catch me if you can”.
from this pain in my head and the crick in my neck
I’m not very good at this game.
I know somewhere I heard a voice saying,
“tag, it’s your turn to play”.
but the sleep that should have been my reward
was not going to have its day.
I kept seeing over and over
things becoming very dark.
shadows playing with light
like a strobe light, stop and start.
there were figures whose form floated eerily
over me where I lay.
and sounds that were not exactly soothing
with far too much to say.
I kept drifting off slowly and then with a twitch
becoming conscious again.
and then there was that blinding question
what the hell am I doing?
this adventure that looms before me
though mystical as it seems.
could also be seen as folly
running off chasing dreams.
into the smoky mountains
where the trees have been known to sing.
I want to hear them talk to me
maybe they have the answers I need.
I’m chasing something that has no name
trying to find one for myself.
I’m tired of the one I’ve been called by.
it’s time to become someone else.
perhaps be defined by the leaves on the trees
and then as they fall to the ground.
with season’s change and life as it moves
evolve~ that has a nice sound.
my aching head is still foggy
and the words are falling out of my mouth.
spilling themselves all over me
but I can clearly make them out.
fear, unsure, unsteady, afraid,
timid, lonely and scared.
it’s almost like taking roll call
the familiar players all there.
the game is about to begin again
are you ready? count to three.
cover your eyes with both hands
and then go seek among the trees~