Insignificant!
But what if we're not?
Not everything's known
Inside the ***

Our minds hold
A handful of sand
Look to the desert and
Understand

I have a recurring dream
Settle down
I'll set the scene

An old house I'm renovating
Quite large with many rooms

Outside the garden needs tending
A fishpond with murky water
Broken statue
Needs mending

There's a feeling of foreboding
I try to ignore this
Concentrate on the work
One day it will be
A fine holding

There's a cupboard that's hard to find
You can climb right inside
To a shaft leading down
A
Long
Way
Down
Once you reach the bottom
There's a tunnel
That goes straight ahead
Taking a walk down
I start to forget
It's small things to start
But the further I go
More is forgotten
I'm compelled to carry on
But where do I stop?
Until I've forgotten who I am?
Until I've forgotten how to turn back!
How far can I push forward?
Each time
I try to go
Another step
Forward
Then
One
Last
Thought
Is
Left
TURNAROUND

Each step back
Brings a memory back
It's at this point
I awake

Every time I return
The renovation
Has progressed
Fish now swim
In clear water of the pond

The feeling of foreboding
Is lessening
Birds outside
Now singing

But
That cupboard is still
Hard to find
I know
If of the mind
Could find
And one more time......

Going round in circles
Like a boat upon waters
Of a moat

Seeing the same scene
Over and over
And everything in-between

The journey becomes tiresome
"I've seen it all before"
Then Heraclitus comes knocking at the door

Kick off my shoes
Feet once again
Sliver into the river

I'm seeing everything
For the first time
Again

As a child
What left a mark
Always afraid of
The dark

In bed
Always a tear
Face's
And people would appear

Something had to be done
This darkness
Couldn't be outrun

My bedtime routine
Flick the switch
To light up the landing
Go up the stairs
Into my bedroom
Put the bedside light on
Before switching off the landing light
Avoiding any fright

One night
I gave myself a challenge
To go up stairs
Without the landing light
Make it to the bedroom
Before allowing myself
To put the light on

So
One foot
After the other
I climbed the stairs
Trying to not get scared
Freezing my imagination was
A concentration, taking it slow, to
Run would have been a cheat, keeping
In mind, that this feeling would end, I'd ■
Get to my bedside light
And when I did
With new eyes to see
Darkness would no longer scare me
Darkness would no longer scare me
A deal made to myself
But I had to reach
The light on the shelf

Click
The bedroom was lit
I'd conquered it
Off went the light
Off I went to sleep

You stole a poem from my heart
So now I can't separate
Real life from art

Never liked the news
What got their hooks
Was reading books

Independent journalists
Had a different take
Than the media's stake

This can be a lonely path to choose
Keep you're mouth shut
Or friends you loose

Watching what they say
Like watching an actor in a play
Maybe it will change
One day?

Fantasy merging with reality
Is it a possibility?

Such merriment
Discovering the double slit experiment

Observation changes what is seen
What is believed slips in-between  

When a thought reaches critical mass
Wipes the floor of the past