I'm sitting alone, surrounded by people
An un-still congregation, away from their steeple
They pass by me, often without a glance
And when they do, i've missed my chance
Every person here has a story to tell
Their own thoughts on heaven and hell
More than just that, they've lived whole lives
I wonder for what each individual strives
There's a woman in a fluorescent orange cap
A curious thing with ears attatched
She walks into the Hudson news
And all I can hear are the sounds of their shoes
As they still walk on, not noticing me
The man who sits and writes what he sees
I wonder if that's all i'll ever be
And if any of my words mean anything

lay over, lucid illumination
make way, magnificent green light
dreams approaching manifestation
wading through a peaceful night

this day likened to a rebirth
innocuous in my perception
is nothing ever returned
and nothing of resurrection?

up since the beginning
down before the end
disbelief is winning
the battle within my head

The snow is
FINALLY
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                    I feel that i've waited too long
Now, my fear of the ROAD calls me
                   It seems that my driving is all wrong
        I slide, it seems with every touch of the brakes
                      Afraid of how much effort it takes
        I can hardly stop--

I'm so tired this morning that it's difficult to think
Waking up is such an uncomforting notion
Emerging from my slumber, I was dreaming on the brink
Of happiness and overwhelming emotion

I know my dreams were good and bad, but subject matter unknown
I wish I could remember more, like where it was that I called home

I do remember tinges of terror, only slightly frightening
I recall emptiness and being alone
I think it was another world, full of sights unseen
I don't think a name was shown

I enjoy reality, but I truly love my dreams
I wish I were like Sigmund Freud, to decipher what they mean.

Consistently inconsistent, I love those two words
Yet combined they never happen.
In my room by myself i'm fastened;
I have no wish to be free as a bird.

If I were that free, I'd not know what to do
I'd be aimless, freezing, drifting
Throughout time and space, sifting.
Though I admit i'd be much happier than you

It wouldn't be bad at all, I suppose
I'd travel where I please
Make camp in several tall trees;
Consistently free of a still life's pose.

But i'm no free man
I love my life's security.
With or without a plan
Inconsistent consistently.