When you lie awake in the middle of the night,
And sleep is distant and far away,
When impossible ambition steals away the wink of slumber
When dreams disappear into the abyss
Doubt comes calling
He never leaves
No he never does
Everything you have can be lost
In the blink of a dream
A parallel universe; surreal and vortex-like
The matters of the heart make their presence felt
The nooks of our brains cant accommodate the vagaries of the heart
“No time for this”, it said
We must not distract; nor should we delay
There are far more pressing things to attend to.
Imminent and important
The mind games must be put to better use.
Manipulation and deceit must be employed
Stranger things have happened in reality
Oh, the loss of control.
Faces change; they complicate the motives and multiply the madness.
The trappings of adulthood are burdensome
The symphony gains a louder sound, a higher pitch
Shriller and more susceptible to scrutiny, criticism and analysis
Let the drums drone on
And drown out the voices in our heads
When was the last time I did something what my heart said?