1849
laying down at night thinking
wondering if it’s worth it to think about
hoping it’s not all what it seems
wishing for the moon to hurry
bringing The tide up past my feet
waking me hopefully
another life still me
dreaming dreams
crawling out of bed
no recollection of anything
how do I know
how do I know I’m not someone else’s dream
again and again being woke
seems like it took all night
but really just a few seconds
is this it
the end
why would it be different
just a glimpse
a lifetime in a moment
mine or yours
is it over
if I’m there but here
shouldn’t I feel it
is it right to say I’m mine
when ours makes more sense
-ywsm
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
1849
laying down at night thinking
wondering if it’s worth it to think about
hoping it’s not all what it seems
wishing for the moon to hurry
bringing The tide up past my feet
waking me hopefully
another life still me
dreaming dreams
crawling out of bed
no recollection of anything
how do I know
how do I know I’m not someone else’s dream
again and again being woke
seems like it took all night
but really just a few seconds
is this it
the end
why would it be different
just a glimpse
a lifetime in a moment
mine or yours
is it over
if I’m there but here
shouldn’t I feel it
is it right to say I’m mine
when ours makes more sense
-ywsm
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