Inside
This life I see inside of me feels of a dream just out of reach;
A dream I can almost remember but then it's washed away with bleach.
I see myself through my eyes in a mirror starring back;
This reflection of myself often tends to form a crack.
Time holds me below the surface, I can see the light breach through;
Inches from a new breath but reach is all I do.
Like an ass I chase this carrot in hopes it'll taste good;
But who knows when I'll get it, trudge along I guess I should...
We chase we walk we run we follow, this dream, this image of tomorrow;
This light, this carrot in hopes we swallow, to save us from the disease of sorrow.
In bed I lay at the break of day tired from the fight;
The fight of worried, wary, words as I talk to myself through the night.
Red in eye sick at heart, unable to thwart this tort to start;
But just a trick of a mind thought smart, for tomorrow these feelings so tart will part.
Copyright © Taylor Parsons | Year Posted 2014
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