I observe all things around me
I analyze and write what I see,
extra trimmings which remain unwritten
freely spill over into a dream.
They all seem to come together
to create something shockingly new,
My mind never achieves conception
of what is made up and what is true.
In this world I’ve come to know
often the only one I can honestly trust,
takes the leftover thoughts of my day
and transforms them into lust.
This is where I can truly be me
no pressure of love and fear,
for the second my eyes do open
the evidence will disappear.
The sadness will come when I awake
when I realize for now it is gone,
I just need to try and remind myself
awaiting tonights advent won’t be long…