Show them.
bring it to life.
Capture the essence.
The day and the night.
The subtly, sweeping power.
Vivid, epic, and grand.
Every minute in my head.
Every hour on the hour.

Will life measure up?
Unlike a grain of sand.
To the visions in my mind.
Will it be enough.
To truly feel alive?
Conversed, insipid, lands.

I’ll always be waiting in the wings
Abstract, no contact.
Except electricity.
Alive but not alive.
Reaching but not touching.
Asphyxiation with breathing.
Tactile fantasies.

There is hope.
A fool can fathom
A twisted rope
of pyrite fashion.
That I am clinging to.
Life without purpose, is meaningless.
Survival instinct, a boring truth.