Are you dreaming? Or have you woken up?
He gets up in the middle of the night and finds a pen and some paper and starts writing.
I am a mystery to myself.
I have a life's worth of circumstantial evidence
but I cannot prove a thing.
My mind goes a million miles an hour
but you might not know it to look at me
sitting quiet and stoic.
I don't often let anyone in.
Glimpses here and there.
I suspect that for those who know me
it is a slow accumulation over time.
And it seems that I see a light,
see the way clear.
You have to let this thing out.
Here lies your salvation.
It's in you
And you gotta let it out.
Don't let it die in there.
His head begins to clear
hold on to it though
don't let it fade
tears dry up
he tastes blood and realizes
he's chewed a small piece of his lip off
Getting to that place is its own reward.
Don't forget.
