Reality is shifting. Can I adjust?
Spirits are lifting. Who to trust?
Perception altered. Time went fast.
Memories fade: Some unscathed.
I journey home. I forever roam.
Visions look different.
Nothing’s the same –
Yet I remain
on a journey
to find home.
Hours, days, and weeks go by
And I look at the same sky.
Molly’s moment feels so right.
This is her moment; This is her night.
I perceive a new life
Through my eyes now aged.
I’m a new type,
Freed from a cage.
I believed so much
When I was younger.
I touched the sky
Before the thunder.
Things look different
Than before.
Back when monsters
Hid behind doors.
I see a new light
Previously covered
With a new sight
Different from others.
The vision is different
As my eyes adjust
To everything changing.
My perception I trust.
A filter covers the eyes
Of those who see fantasies
And produces false realities
The life that many live
Is produced by impulse and fees
Nothing gets locked away for good
And that, that is the key.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 