often I have my dreams
filtered in my life
like color
then at some point
I remember
where I truly am
and have done.
All those aspirations
like vapor smoke dispelled
leaves cold rooms
watching how the wind moves
never needing you.
Some how I am reminded
over all these cellular conversations
is that most things in life
can never be seen
when they want to be moved.
Like the you in sickness
bedrooms, as the nurses
shake and leave free never knowing
inside you are feverish fighting.
All your thoughts like people
are bottle-necked in exits
a long line of all the words
you want to express to her.
Mother and I'm sorry
how I have failed you
for too long, showing
nothing as a result.
The world goes just as always
and I can never reach
that prominent dream I want accomplished.
Please don't see me in the process,
because I can't even see myself
sometimes.
I glance into long mirrors
wondering is this all you can
do now.
Yes, just sadly.
Time moves in a couplet
and I'm just waiting
for the chorus,
I know, maybe just
not today.
03.03.25
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