images, faint and obscure.
distant- time and space.
and everything in between.
reality and dreams.
nothing is as it seems.

subtle thoughts.
vague recollections.
everything sublime.
nothing secure.

at once i see why.
i think i understand.
but it is only a thought.
a gesture.
a polite hello to a stranger i will never
encounter again.

as helpless as i try.
i am not.
helpless that is.
i have power that i choose
to ignore.
because feeling empty is
better than not feeling at all.

as tranquil as my thoughts
connect me thru distant half truths,
this absurd notion trails right behind,
reminding me of where i stand.
reminding me that life is disregarded
as easily as it stands.

and only truth shall set me free,
at least that is what they i hope i will buy,
but i know truth is only a barrier to what time can do.
because in time i will understand,
not only the failures of my past,
but the pressures of the life
i yet to lead.
~sm