My Night Light
What happens to a dreamer when all his dreams become real?
When will his last breath ever become his very first one, once again?
Where will he be hiding when the place he calls home exist out of pieces?
How wild then, can his passions ever reach the pinnacle in his inaudible voice?
Why now, why not never, ever ask the question?
How odd everything gets in light of the truth?
When the truth has always been the truth
Where the lie is just the clothes we wear
What becomes the variance to change?
When change itself can’t be avoided?
Why would there be any other way?
What makes one, not like the other?
How elusive and yet, transcendent?
Why ask why, why not just let it go?
Wilbs 5-20-16
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2016
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