Being me | Sunday Sonnet

It seems to me that all this time,
We haven’t been awake.
I dream all day, and lie inside,
A bubble that I make.

I float between the world we see,
And all the worlds we don’t.
Just for a moment, I might be,
Alone aboard my boat.

This sinking ship does not have long,
If you cannot all see.
I’m telling you to that you are wrong;
I’m sick of being me.

The walls around us fall to dust,
The moment I begin to trust.

 

17 comments

  1. From dust can grow something new. Walls can limit and prevent true connection.
    And by the way: daydreaming is one of my favourite pastimes. It’s enough to live in this world, we don’t have to endure everything it throws at us at every single moment.
    I wish you a good week!

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  2. Yet another great piece. Love the ending…

    Hey, if you are interested I would like to mention you in the 3 days 3 quotes challenge that I’m doing. Please find the latest post on my page for the mention and details 🙂

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