Lapses Of Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking to beats of yesterday, feeling alive and
jiving to the music.
Continuing an interior education as I learn to
listen to interior whispers from above.
Oftentimes, hearing soothing melodies that take
me away, creating peaceful interludes where I can
find serenity and be close to God.
Whiling away endless moments of life, attempting
to keep busy or at least pretend to be until I can
rev my mind enough to get it wrapped around ideas
and going into full drive as I listen to music being
made all around me.
Threading it all together, I pass time silently in
lapses of reality as I long for an end of it all.