thanks

i proably should sleep,

but to sleep is then to wake,

to wake once more and again

to the realness and pain,

each day brings new challenges,

regret, frustration, sorrow, anger,

never hopelessness

for giving up on progress,

one loses it all,

confusion bubbles,

each finger struggles.

the body is reality

life has been chosen

to question why,

the combination that is me,

the life that is mine,

the future that will be,

I choose dreaming.

the only truth that is real,

so real in it's lie

the unfolding of events, emotions, digestion, relaxation.

dreaming is my vaccation.

life is a chore

to quit is to relenquish thanks,

but thanks I have not.

-by bessie