I've been riding a fine line
Between dreamland and consciousness
I've been floating all alone
Halfway to shore
I've been losing my grip
On all things real
Time passes slowly
Like a melting clock
I've been wandering
Across this divide
Wondering not where I will end up,
But wondering what I will escape
Shapes and faces float ahead
The ever present reminder of actuality
Boats are in the distance
There's safety in them
But my grip slips further
And I can't hold on
To something that isn't truly there
(TUESDAY FEBRUARY 9,2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem