I'm scared

Not of lonely nights
       fruitless plights
Or   forgotten sights

Phantom
Feelings
Misguided
Misdealings

Not of Empty Drinking
Or   Sleepless Thinking

No ---
Not the loss of dreams untold
     Or the warmth of your hold
But rather,
                   one day
                                 that I'll only know cold.

Absurdity

Curiosity
The ineffable absurdity
Beckons from the depths

Daring
Indifferently uncaring
Asks what it means to be

Daydreaming
Light sleeping
I sway between darkness and light






Gratitude
A humble attitude
Guides me through the maze

Dancing free
Happy to be
The grail of my odsessy

The future is a haze
A multitude of ways
But we all start somewhere

"Regrets?"

I want to
Well at least I want to want to
Feel again the way you feel
The way you Believe
Passionate
Pure

Finding Shelter in the Texts
Connected
Collected
Reliving the same stories
Tradition.

Like chicken soup for the weary soul
It wakes you with purpose
Drives you with conviction
Puts you to sleep with protection.

But even if I should
I wonder if I could

I don't know
Is it better to be a saint
in a world made of sin,
or rather just to be
in a world
       indifferent?