Tuesday, September 29, 2009

THE BEST AND THE WORST (poem)

If you have never felt this way early in the morning, then you're not human.

The early hours are the best and the worst
Thoughts are as crisp as the unseen morning dew
That is when peace and chaos battle to rule
That mind of yours and ruthlessly so
That is when stark reminders of dreams
Border on the frayed ends of reality

The early hours are the best and the worst
Where sweet dreams linger on
In your memories and only there
Can they be the realities you so desperately seek
It is when your mind ventures beyond
And tests the dimensions of your own distorted reality

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