Once I slumbered deep in the cradle of reasoning
I wonder now if I had truly outgrown the crib,
or merely found its bounds constraining.
Either way, I sleep far less.
Still I exceed the absurd dream quota
Stealing selfishly even from my now meager rest
Compensation in the surreal currency of intensity
bleeding slowly into my consciousness
I must be falling insane
I deem it far more fitting than going,
for it is surely my direction
surpassing my intent
Once I fell in love when I was clearly going elsewhere
I found at once an uneasy template and seductive spiral
One to guide and the other not to repeat
One day I hope to see the difference
Yet, I came away not empty handed,
for I grasped the clarity of falling verses going.
Like a comprehensive lesson in gravity, just after you left the cliff
Still I jump just the same.
It stands to reason that there are but two options and one conclusion
Am I falling insanely in love
or simply in love with insanity?
One day I hope to sleep on it
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