A Yawn Away from Unconsciousness

Rainy night writers block.

At some point in time you will realize that dreams
 
Only come in the form of... inaccurate realities
 
of something that's too far away to touch
 
Being let down has become too familiar to most
 
and life is a stagnate state of bewilderment
 
With the occasional infidelity of lust
 
I wish I could drown my fears, of judgment & unworthiness
 
But as I have found, these are indeed a natural feeling of life
 
Life is time and time is too fragile to waste
 
On these silly little things we call games
 
These often maddening mind games
 
Every other personality enjoys them
 
But when you've tired yourself of these characters
 
You tend to go into hiding
 
Avoiding the sunshine & fresh air
 
you find life to be a comfortable slightly boring state
 
Of self awareness and everyone showing up much too late.