Life is but a dream...

There is nothing to do or be,
Except the dream.
Everything that you seek
Or plan to attain
Are like bubbles in a stream:
Appearing suddenly
From the crash and jet
Of waves fury
Formed to maintain
The strongest shape
For the most space.

Tentatively floating
I am a soft sigh
Amidst violent beauty.
Yet alas, all too brief
I am popped- shattered
But no one shares my grief-
And no grave is mine.

I held but a few moments of time
And if you caught me
Floating along
I might have seemed
Composed, or put together
But what you see is
A silent, violent symphony.
The struggle between
Friction and entropy
Composed my life
As I struggle to keep
Myself intact, whole,
Complete

a reply to: LucidWarrior

A painful dance of life. Beautifully written poetry of a searching soul, lost yet holding on. Love this!

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Beautiful as usual LW!

*bows semisarcastically*

This is actually the second version of this poem. The first was a lot more deprecating lol.

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Wow.

Work week is finally over.
Now I have time for ats wooo.

I like the juxtaposition of feelings I get from this.
A strong back and forth of emotion.

Could be a story of my life....
Nicely done!!!!

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Wow.

Work week is finally over.
Now I have time for ats wooo.

I like the juxtaposition of feelings I get from this.
A strong back and forth of emotion.

Could be a story of my life....
Nicely done!!!!