It's a dark shadow, not knowing how to tug your path through the oceans waves,

It's a blinding sunrise, understanding what you hold internally for all those whom seek the bluest river,

It's a rubix cube of thought, feeling unaware of set solutions like the procrastination of a premeditated checkmate,

Why do these toes enjoy hanging over the cliff?

Why do I taste bitter aspects of living and then bark at them with the snarling grin of of a man less fortunate?

I am who I am supposed to reflect,

The water invites me to wade but I would rather think about the clouds and drift,

Far far away, I dream of white puff with many hunchbacks and a baby's grasp of the finger, warm like a winter's hug,

I am now and forever, yet those are impossible actions to reach out for,

I am faded in my cage and forgotten in my youth, yet she provides me with balance and clarity,

We will die and from death we will count numbers in our slumber, until the curtain bleeds through the white dress, a stain that will linger no more,

We will become our dreams and live on for a soul purpose,

Just Imagine.