Crystal View

Sometimes reality is twisted
And then the world doesn't turn,
I wake up from a dream
To a nightmare stuck on re run.
I walk around in circles
With my head stuck in the sand,
Another day, another night
A little shaking of the hand.
Contemplation turned into sorrow
The light is dim and pale
As comfy as my blanket
I cast into the thinking well
The water is dark and deep
And it is cold with butter taste
A candle vigil I will keep
Calling angels to my haste
Whatever else that I ponder
Or whatever else that I might view
My heart proceeds with wonder
As I am searching for the truth
I imagine that existence
Is in loving life or death
To chase one or the other
Is all that there is left.
My book case now is empty
I turn the page to write something new
Standing in a house of mirrors
Just looking for a better view.
I need to break the image
And I want to bust through
Because there has to be something real,
Something that is built to last
The fascination pulls me
As I am standing on the line
But I keep losing my balance
And I am starting to run out of time
I could stay at the bottom
Scratch each day upon the wall
My days would be but few
On my face as I crawl.
I pray that it never happens
That I have to fall so hard
That I have to be on my back
Just to see the morning star.
Sometimes living is dying
And in between there is pain
But I cannot start living
Until I am out of this grave.
With my gaze onto the heavens
Across the distance, far away.
The long road ahead
A dream of better days
I just want to stand
At the top of a hill
To look down into the valleys
Where water runs still.
A feeling of sunshine
Soft upon my face
The love of another
A kind, warm embrace.
This is the dream
That fuels my desire
It pushes me further
And makes me climb higher .
No I do not fear the falling
Because it happens all if the time
As I follow my calling
I have to keep on trying .

Crystal K. Floyd