Still Poem by taylor wilson

For yesterday is but a dream. while my dreams help me understand whats going on around me. Tomorrow is but a vision i shall wish to see as i do have the power of agency. opened by fear, strengthened by an ache deep inside my longing of the mirror. i cant seem to sit still...hidden, pretended, now attempted. i let the ecstasy fill my tips - toes and fingers. setting a free the wander-er in me. hoping everyday can be just as pretty, pretty in this presences of my mind expanded to the unknown place in my dreams. yesterday; last night a walking thought i see. today; now in this world i still wish to see. tomorrow; A VISION of a fire i stand centered without a scream, when all things twisting around me. empty spaces of myself alone in the moments i awake to this clock i hold. i cant sit still.