drifting toward the black of night

November 4, 2005

if i force myself to stay awake, is that insomnia? or just insanity?

dark corners of my thoughtlessness
state of dreaminess lays in wait
more real than the realm of illusion
smell the colors of the rainbow's mist

gentle haziness around the next bend
road stretches onward through the valley
stop for another coffee, smile at the clerk
wake up to another day of the dream

if you see me hitching
pick me up
we'll listen to some tunes and smile
as we careen down the road toward the abyss

Type: Poetry

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