I wake up
Most mornings
Soaking sweat,
Chest heaving,
Hope streaming out my eyes
Like light rays
From dark caves of mind.

They say the brain reboots
When we sleep
Then opens wider
As we learn
To navigate the storms
Of a new day
And blaze a trail
To those dreams
Of the night before.
That elusive rainbow
Of inner peace;
Those treasured pieces of gold
Buried on the other side
Of the daily grind.

I’ve been chasing that mine
For a long, long time.
And maybe I won’t find it today…

But I’ll keep digging.

AYO!

~ P