Silence creeps in
Like some forgotten dream
I can almost remember
But I wonder if I want to.
Like reality, dreams
Take me places I’d rather not be
And like reality, choices are not always mine.
I have no real choice
I have to go where it takes me;
Reality or dream, no real difference.
Silence creeps in
Reminding me to keep quiet.
It seems I am only allowed
To touch the fringe.
Just enough to want more,
Just enough to know my wanting.
Once identified, spoken, felt
It disappears, just a dream.
Silence creeps in
Keeping me constrained,
Knowing my heart and desires
But allowing only glimpses.
The sharpened edges wanting to cut through
But are dulled continuously against
The hard stone of living.
Silence creeps in
Reminding me of my place;
A forgotten dream to remain forgotten,
That forbidden place not allowed.
The origin of the dream so long ago,
Forgotten, unaware of its beginning.
A dream or a fantasy?
I don’t even know or remember.
I wonder if I even have the energy
To care any more.
Like some forgotten dream,
Silence creeps in
And makes me wonder
If I want to remember
Or if I ever really knew.
Silence creeps in
And touches me, telling me
To be as one; silent, alone.
Let it be as it is and speak no more.
The fringe is your place;
Silence creeps in and I am obedient.