I'm listen to the song's soothing melody.
I delve into it. My mind blank.
And I am nowhere in some meditative place
suspended within a soft, motionless cloud
But this lasts only seconds and I awaken
about what could have been and isn't.
Or is it sleep that resumes?
in this awkward reality
demanding knowledge, motion, doing,
and some passion leading to what -
It doesn't matter which I chose -
to sleep, to dream, to live.
Here I am yearning. Fulfillment
escapes me, like air exhaled.
But that lasts only moments too.
Soon, the yearning stops
replaced by certainty.
I already have everything.
There is but one true option -
just to live within my peculiar mix
of slumber and dreams while I live.
(I was listening to the song, "Yearning" (by Tom Middletion.)
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