''Maybe Tomorrow''

sometimes, I am sleepwalking through life disconnected stumbling not fully awake lost and confused I feel, I am not with the living I tell myself, "wake up before its too late!" some roadblocks have me blocked lost my way somewhere fallen asleep hit rock bottom crawled back up then what? must awaken and find a life of purpose shake off this sadness why do I exist? why was I born? I need to let the light in talk to a "higher power" ignite the tree of life sigh! that's a lot of work maybe tomorrow . . . why do I always feel so within locked in my own sacred place and happy there maybe meditation will help a little astral travel my body feels heavy and dense I want to be light and unbound and limitless I hate that I need things and want things after all, we all leave this earth with nothing and there is this chatterbox in my head that never stops telling me what to do or what I should have done ! I know I have a gift the gift of writing but I am afraid of it and love it at the same time, yes I do! sometimes, it overwhelms me, even makes me sad sometimes, I embrace it and pour out my soul but have you ever felt alone although surrounded by people? I have and its an odd feeling like looking at yourself from afar how sad is that ? sometimes, I linger in the past too long then I am filled with regret and sadness and frustration yet the past has made me the writer I am, sigh! I know I have the power deep within me to find my place in this world before it is too late maybe, tomorrow . . . _______________________ November 10, 2017 Poetry/Free Verse/"maybe tomorrow' Copyright Protected, ID 17-9599-03-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.