I dreamt of a pyramid in a desert,
yet it was raining buckets.
I could read the hieroglyphics
that told of a kingdom drowning.
Once there was indecision.
now decision solving, mathematical even
So slowly I accept this,
let it build me or let it break me.
And though I realize I’m rambling,
it makes perfect sense to me.
I've found myself listening, changing,
floating as far away as sight allows me.
It's simple really, relaxing for the most part.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll touch stars and planets,
or even lasso the moon as I once did.
But if not I will be grateful for its light upon me.
Maybe I’ll ride the sun's rays to this saddened desert.
Sew the sky and let this kingdom breathe,
put mass into space
and move mountains with ease.
Maybe I’ll just sit here, let the air surround me.
Choking me with its freshness till the meld suffocates.
Maybe I’ll just sink in, let it take me into fantasy,
Back to the garden I once pictured, once before in an old dream.
Maybe I’m projecting a future that’s waiting.
Maybe I’ll just take this journey.
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe. But one day at a time.