Lines In the Sand

I wake this morning, not sure where to start. I just feel this void that’s inside of my heart. I must still go on, yet don’t know if I can. Sometimes I get lost, I don’t know who I am. The sun comes up and brings forth light. I feel fortunate to have escaped the night. The dream keeps playing inside my head. The signals are changing from green to red. I know I must dream for them to come true. Demons still haunt, though night time is through. I feel like a stranger in some distant land. As I bend down to draw a line in the sand. Each time I draw one I say never again. I see the last time and remember when. I keep crossing over, yet don’t understand, The wind blows erasing the line in the sand. So I try to hold on to what does remain. Though it's familiar it can’t be the same. I wonder of life and playing this game. I grasp for the answers yet know I’m to blame. I resign to the fact I must be just tired. I gaze at the clock my time has expired. Many things don’t turn out as I had planned. I bend down to draw another line in the sand.