December 2009
Today, I woke up. Again.
It's not the first time;
it won't be the last.
Each time however,
the sleep cycle is shortened.
And each time I remember
more of the dream.
I know it's all inside me.
And so far it's been like this.
I'm living life, you know,
and I get seduced, somehow
away from the moment.
The wheel starts turning
and round and round I go.
Except lately, the stops
at the stations of hell
allow for a wake up call.