How we measure our lives inside a dream

Gives reason to believe our greatest fear.

We wake to sounds we once knew near

Imagining only that which makes us scream.

Like a chasm of distance the emptiness

Feels distant and unbearable in the midst

Of a moment when only in a weeping mist,

Our personal scorn holds only promise. 

It’s difficult to navigate moments of doubt

When everything we know will stall,

Wishing we could maybe listen to all,

A validation keeps us morally devout.

Time tested and forever we are knowingly

Left to decide when, how to act accordingly..