Familiar Twist

Drifting,
In and out of reality.
In between lines of dreams,
And consciousness.
Floating endlessly,
Into nothing.
A blur of all that,
Seemed real or not.
Torn between the two,
Living and dreaming.
Not knowing where to stay,
Or to dive into both.
Floating on forces unseen,
And uncontrollable.
Teetering on the line,
Between life and death.

Sorrow,
calls out to those who wait..

Patience,
Waits for those to come,
Standing there.
For people to listen,
To talk to,
To be with you.
But it doesn’t happen,
You site and wait all alone.
Wondering when it’ll be your turn,
But no one will notice.
They are to occupied to notice,
They too are waiting.
Wondering when it will be their turn,
And if all of us keep waiting.
Only sorrow will fill the earth

-Mush