Okay
Location
in crispy cold, the wafer moon flies
there's a loneliness that backhands this repeating demise
all the stars around me seem as pores to the sky
and my pores breathe them in like millions of eyes
wind whispering warm on my clumsy body and face
ringlets of hair tickle my arms stretched to outer space
I wiggle my toes in cool crystal sand
my lap is your pillow, the sea our friend
but time takes its toll as it slowly unfolds
"happiness isn't real" or so I am told
fear likes to entwine itself in my mind
laughing as I leave this whole world behind
out through my arteries and in through my veins
all of me knows, yet I can't explain
my strong imagination weaves this loom of cold and warm
creating loss of real life, combining worlds in a storm
so, desperate to break from a shrinking normality
I stumble my way to imagined reality
where smiles stay, but I'm still far away
choking on freedom in the land of Okay.