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Wake
           Dress
    Move
               Drive

                  Feel the world fly on by

                                                          Sea­rching
                                                    Thinki­ng
                                                              ­ Feeling
                                             Crying

Allow the road to break your mind
    
                              Forgive
                       Repent
                                       Pacify
                                 Contend
                      
                         Find your way back home again

Keys
                Drop
                                ­  Rest
                                                    Sleep
­
             When your world is broken
      Find the pieces, find your peace
   Stitch together your tired heart
And find your way to sleep
Dreaming reality
Is a hard pill to swallow
Days start to blur
And longer nights follow

Is life waking nightmare
Are dreams the true life

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life

Comprehending the truth
When dreams are so real
It becomes a sore subject
For the dreamer to feel

What does one do
Where can one go

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life

Walk in fantastic nightmare
Explore the horrible dream
Live life and don’t trust
All to be as it seems.

Is the world just a trick
Is the dreamer a lie

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life
I’ve struggled with sleep
When things get rough my dreams and nightmares mimic reality. I wake and am confused where and who I am, what is going on in reality and what is real. The title is a description I gave to a friend as to what it feels coming between reality and dreaming when neither are preferred.
The trail has ended
The journey done
Tired and exhausted

Return to the start
Leave for another trail
Or begin again with renewed heart

Or stay at the top
Enjoy the view
Take the chance to stop

Before continuing along
A path our own
Through woods where we belong.
Exploring a maze in the fog
Unpredictable turns,
Dead ends creep up with no notice.
A larger opening, more peaceful;
Some unknown garden waits ahead.

A place to sit and for a time
Find peace among the plants.
Leave something, gain more.

Eventually some urge forces
The traveler along their journey.
Ever older, ever forward
Winding toward some
Other unknown garden.
Labhrás Jul 16
“Maybe someday”

Those are the words you used
Now branded on my heart.

Was that meant to be a comfort
A question not now but not when.

Turn the time into effort
The fog between us diffused.

Hope, return again
And then will we never part.
Labhrás Jul 15
Wake sleeper
From dreaming comfort
Stay the knife
From turning in your heart.

Lift your legs
Move off your plinth
Feel the rust
Lift off your weary bones

Pained dreamer
Move along with effort
Feel the strife
But rejoin the world in part
Some days the body does not wish to move from bed. The dreaming world feels preferable to the real one.
Labhrás Jul 15
I can’t bring myself to drink

The last drop from the

The last glass of

The last bottle of wine from

The last time we saw each other.

It was for us
Not for me alone.
Now it lies almost empty
Drained of everything it had
Lost to impatience and failure.
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