When first I noticed

I was losing my mind,

I was immediately embarrassed

as we live such perfect lives.

I wandered through my apartment

wondering if this was

all me

or some dream that had become

my only conscious

state of mind.

I was coming to terms with love.

I was hoping for cooing doves.

For we all seem to forget

who we are

in times of crisis

rather than knowing

who we can be

in times of enlightenment.

I wasn’t sure if I

wanted to have my dreams

last forever

or finally wake up.

I haven’t made a choice today.