A Song About Myself

I will,

Dance with my shadows

And listen to my silence

Cause the reality is loud

And it's echoes are violent.

Unreal images. Unsettled hope.

I am,

Afraid to wake up

But then I am also afraid to sleep

In my lonely dreams you whisper

Secrets that are not mine to keep.

Beautiful lies. Untold truths.

I used

To believe in us.

But now I am running with the wolves

Floating to the surreal soar

Afraid to fade away in forever dust.

Dead trees. Forgotten hills.

I think

Therefore I am

A prisoner of a single mind

A slave of my own consciousness

Stuck in a body I didn't choose

In a reality,

I don't even know is true.

Lustful horizons. Mindful valleys

I doubt

Who I am?

I am a runway

Forever lost. A wanderer

A collector of stories.

A collection of dust.

Tightening spirals. Unnerving peace.

I am the song of morning.

I am the freedom of spring.

I am the sacrifice of first snow.

I am the messenger riding the winds.

I chase demons.

The demon being me.