poem II

A window I knew existed
Between me and what I am
A path I knew was carved
To find what I always was

Misty dreamy mornings and lazy nights
Choked on me; where I tried
To come out and
Live like I wish to

I guess it was only
But a dream; I guess I lived it
More than I should have
It scared me

If those answers I could find
I could smile; could breathe
If the world ever rested; I guess
I could move on.