Conscious dream
Everything in contradiction
Silent scream
Goes unheard with no conviction
I will be
Everything I can imagine
There is no
Living if there is no passion
Limits in our mind
Make it hard to find
The truth
Sitting on the side
Can’t confide
Its truth
To us
When we think in words
Think in all our nouns and verbs
Think they make us more intelligent
But they can’t even tell us that
Our feelings are nameless
And our ego is shameless
Getting right to it
There’s nobody who is blameless
Not even ourselves
Who we hold on a mantle
We’re just as impure
As we are dumb and infantile
But thinking that’s a problem
Is a part of the problem
Digging deep down
It’s just us at the bottom
Trying to make sense
Of the us we thought we were
As we wear a mask we made
Of the us we would prefer
A Life in Poems 