What lies before me
After all is passed

Will I remain
Stronger
Wiser
            maybe
                         prepared for the new day
                                                                      I do not know
But

I accept the challenge

To sit down and write
                                       using pen and paper
a feeling of creation
                    
                the words

                                                                                          ?
the handwriting illegible unless studied                ? art ?
                                                                                          ?
thoughts of this particular time
passing
          may be forgotten soon

                                                     replaced with the boring
must do this
                      must do that        routine

darkness
descends

dreams
defend

dawn
delivers

dharma
shivers

falling
further
faster
frequently

dreams are formless visions
their reality is imagined
unless you create it

Artistically fascinating
Deep imaginations
Distantly unattainable

the gravity of the city
pressing down on faded worlds
casting them into memory
all is replaced
all is gone
all is better ?
some say