As I lay here in a prison cell of my lost dreams and imaginations.
The many ambitions and passions that I once held so highly, slowly start to slither away.
As I stay locked away because of the many distractions and temptations that behold amongst the outside world.
I slowly curl my eyelids shut from the realities that are of today.
Though I may dream amongst the heavenly stars that illuminate the nightly sky.
Even in my dreams I hide from my own thoughts and fears.
But when my heart comes near to the idea that generates the motor area of my brain.
I suddenly refrain from my own dream as the words doubt and fear quickly become my vocabulary ally.
And as I awake I look to get high just to start a chemical reaction with the neutrons to create a temporary distraction to my very own time.
For you see its time that I battle with on a daily basis.
And as the faces of the clock slowly move in a circular circumference.
My reluctance to disagree that time simply waits for no man is acceptable.
When it is actually regrettable to think time is simply on my side.
But I still hide from the happiness that is destined to be.
I can literally hear it call out to me through the vibrations thumbing off my cell block wall.
Yet I sit here like if I need destiny to call and give me every instruction on how to reach her.
Why am I so fixated on words instead of actions?
And why are distractions so pleasant while dreams are so feared.
For you see its fear that tells me to come near.
And as a tear rolls from my face.
I sit here mirroring the father sun until it's replaced by its sister darkness.
Because in all honestly fear to me seems so heartless to my very own heart.
But then I realize it's fear that simply wants to break me apart and put me back together again.
Then fear will call herself friend and change her name to dream.
So I can ride this bumpy road to finally reach my destiny.
Copyright © Robert Hanna