Today I feel trapped.

Curled up in bed,

Wishing the day would pass. ...

Clarity,

Is born from nothingness.

Haziness, ...

An early morning grey.

Thoughts bouncing around,

Feeling dense, ...

Sometimes I need to listen,

Without knowing why.

Warm, sunny days, ...

Some days,

I look at nature,

Through different eyes. ...

In olden times,

Jokes were readily understood.

Misconceptions, ...

Home,

Is a private place.

A safe haven, ...

Dancing under grey skies,

To silent songs.

Welcoming the world, ...

Tranquility floating along.

Waiting to be felt,

Among drifting clouds. ...

A few understand notes.

I envy them,

For it’s an unknown, ...

Camouflaged and free,

Hiding in nature’s green.

Coffee mug in hand, ...

Dangling flowers,

Pretending to be lamps.

Scratched wooden beams ...

When dusk descends, and

The sky to orange turns,

It’s time to behold, ...

External recognition.

Is fraught with tiny,

Invisible black holes. ...

Today feels happy.

Playing music,

In a field of green, ...

In childhood,

Everything looked big.

I used to look up in awe, ...

Being alone or lost,

Is part of the journey.

Yet like all things, ...

Journeys often don’t end,

When we get off the train.

But we’re taught to think so. ...

In my youth,

Self-complexity appealed.

Seeming mysterious and deep, ...

A strange day,

When belief calmly sleeps,

Yet light finds a way, ...