Morning again.
That’s a hopeful sign.
Made it through the dream-maze intact.
No seat belts, no speed limits,
on that anxiety-fueled roller coaster ride
through the darkness.

The coaster leaves the platform,
as the fiction unfolds,
rising up,
one loud clank at a time.
clank .. breathe .. clank .. breathe .. clank .. breathe

Reaching the top,
feeling the drop,
no thinking, no blinking,
holding on for your life,
letting go for your life.

On this carnival ride,
no realities are observed,
no truths are proposed,
no memories are preserved,
only transcribed fragments of dreams
written in invisible ink.

Getting stuck in the middle,
with no conductor on board,
the free falling coaster
wobbles to the platform,
weary, spent, drained … elated, ecstatic, renewed.

Evening again.
That’s a hopeful sign.
Time for another ride,
time for another slide.
Close your eyes to see.
Close your ears to hear.

Getting stuck in the middle,
your half-way home,
holding on for your life,
letting go for your life.
clank .. breathe .. clank .. breathe .. clank .. breathe