cold black coffee

sleepwalking by day, day dreaming at night

jazz tunes keep swirling around my head

its the rhythm that keeps my feet moving

its the beat that keeps me awake

my emotions are swimming

sometimes they go with the flow

in the flash of a moment I go

against the current, clinging to stones

fighting gravity I pull myself free

developing wings to take flight

its the wind that keeps me drifting

its the sun that keeps me warm

a metamorphosis of logic

as it turns into the falling rain

that spatters on a glass pane

obscuring our view, providing relief

the outside world is not what it seems

around every corner hides joy and sorrow

to be taken as they are

its the pain that keeps me focused

its the bliss that keeps my spirits high

soaring with birds in the clouds

I think of the snake in the ground

and all the trees man has downed

the good can be evil, the bad might be good

but debating such things is subjective reprieve

do what you want not as you’re told

but what some do want is detrimental to others

so where can we find objective balance

its the questions that keep my imagination going

its the answers that keep me believing

not just in what I see and hear

but in what I feel and sense

within that knocking whence

from dreamless nights, comes wake of day