See Me...

Sometimes, it seems i live my life
     holding my breath,
walking on tip toes;
     the master of stealth
afraid to wake the sleeping world
     and envious of its dreaming...

The man who rarely dreams
     when he sleeps,
dreams in a moment;
     while walking, while riding, while crying,
while fighting the demons
     making this World seem a dream
but isn't it, really?

Ever the altruist;
     the dog waiting for his pat on the head
surprised, as ever,
     when he gets the point
of the boot instead
     Taking another lesson
that somehow still leaves him guessing
     wondering if it was the question he asked
that was wrong in the first place...

How to explain your good intention
     when deeds should speak tomes?
How many times does one not mention
     what is plain to see
and not for just my eyes alone?
     How many bitter memories must fade
before there is room again in broken hearts?
     Trust dies first, it dies of thirst
When one cannot swallow pride...
                 08-09-10