clock works, kalo asmin..

clock works, kalo asmin..

i sit in an empty room

every evening, all by myself

and a bucket load of thoughts, dreams, regrets and aspirations

they are mostly from the past, about the present and for the future

of these, my favorite are the gifts of the present

for they are free of any haunts from the past

or any hankerings for the future

time rolls on, moment by moment

it’s a living thing if you are aware of it

for its always with you

moment by moment

until it over takes you

and you dissolve into the oblivion

time, its like my only true companion

who was always there with me

in the hectic days, full of tragedy and fluctuation

it was with me to take away the pain

as if dripping it down the drain

moment by moment

time it was who brought celebrated moments of joy and victory

and taught me lessons which no one shared

and finally brought me down to reality

but not in a cruel way

very silently, subtly, gently, moment by moment

how heartless of me to not acknowledge you dear time

it was a self imposed hypnosis

that I was alone in this empty world

thanks again, that you came and altered

the moods, the colors, the sounds around me

thanks for giving me hope, truth and change

~dreaming ~reality

If life is just a passing dream

Then what are those that I dream at night?

And what about those I see with open eyes?

Probably they are little sparks

In a speck of flame

Both are there

One inside the other

Just a matter of time

They are there

But of course ending

Both are dying

As a flash of light they say

Your whole life is played

Again at the time

When time stops on You

Death they name it

The End, No More.

How silly!

Indeed it’s a new start

When Your’s is left behind

But You move on

To a new dream

To dream more dreams

To claim new me and mine

But the same old, yet ever new, ‘I’

Dreams are all but imagination

Speculation,

Anticipation of all categorized as desires

It needs correction, projection in a new direction

For the insatiable desires to reach perfection

That is to say, complete satisfaction

But in dreams is it possible?

I doubt

So, let the dreams end!

And reality begin.

Where there is no more false connections

Where life is not a passing dream

A once-upon-a-time story

But the eternity

On the other side of salvation

Where darkness ends

With trance and illumination

For that reality

I shall dream

With these sleepless eyes

Need to want some rest

From this endless journey

Soon enough before this dream ends

Shall I prepare to open my eyes

Dream shall I no more

Reality for all I seek

Amen