What Dreams May Come

Waves of thought crash against the shore of the mind Eroding what was once the solid ground that was stood upon Dark gray clouds rain down droplets of confusion Existence in a shadowed land where the inane grows wild Emancipation is the forbidden fruit un-tasted by hungry lips Woe be the man inhabiting this dark and deserted isle The air stagnant suffocates the will to escape The chill of incoherency weakens the resolve to be free Directionless and cemented in the angst of inability Endless days, endless nights spent searching a barren land Resistance is futile, drowning in pity unacceptable Alas so is the fruitless abandon that leads nowhere Hope is the only sustainable sustenance And what once was can be again the sum To the soul that dreams, what dreams may come gkl2010