When my dopamine kicks in,
I’ll speak to it,
ask
where have you been all these hours ago,
well
a reply
I’ll stammer for a minute,
ask again,
the answer will remain as far away as any sense of hope might offer resolution.
What marks a new day
is the constant
that part of our reality refuses
to let our conscience forget
just who it is we might be trying to be.
When I can find myself furthest away from
trying to figure out
who I am,
that is the time,
I let the music take me away,
that’s when,
journeys begin,
I can now tell you the truth,
because there is this greater sense of release,
allows me to share ideals,
to recognize a certain
beauty
in words …
A little later on when the strength of time
wears down,
fatigue,
the insolent nature of doubt,
again begins to settle in,
hiding all the layers of diligence,
that resilient nature,
we begin to wonder,
never out loud,
where it is we might have gone,
searching for peace,
time,
we have to continue to make our trek
worthy.
