on Dawning we rise
we rise to the storm
we leave our true self
to take on daily form
while alone in our beds
our dreams wait peacefully
with no one to hold them
they can stay and be free
but as we return sullen
they return just the same
unburdened by sorrow
unburdened by shame
when we finally lay
our poor eyelids to sleep
they surround and become us
their maker to keep.
ugh... i have that interview tomorrow. I have to get all dressed up and stuff... i'm going to look quite dashing, but feel quite silly. Who knows. Do we press on for the best, or is stumbling forward into this dark unknown something we just do out of habit? Like living.
I want a place at that fire. I demand one.
we rise to the storm
we leave our true self
to take on daily form
while alone in our beds
our dreams wait peacefully
with no one to hold them
they can stay and be free
but as we return sullen
they return just the same
unburdened by sorrow
unburdened by shame
when we finally lay
our poor eyelids to sleep
they surround and become us
their maker to keep.
ugh... i have that interview tomorrow. I have to get all dressed up and stuff... i'm going to look quite dashing, but feel quite silly. Who knows. Do we press on for the best, or is stumbling forward into this dark unknown something we just do out of habit? Like living.
I want a place at that fire. I demand one.
gamma:
What kind of interview are you going for? Got a big job possibility? I hope you take pics of yourself looking all "dashing." 
eviled:
Seriously, he was hot. Looked like a hitman. I would've bent him over right there on the porch when I saw him, except for the fact that I find man ass unattractive, and stuff like that.