The dreams once offered lights and direction
no more than Will ‘o the Wisps
now
the maze of city blocks and other people(‘s visions)
obscure their curving paths
with straight lined streets.
It is easy to forget the reason to wake
except to swallow the images of someone else
to breathe their air
Suffocating, but too caught up in fantasies
driving by, one after another, flashy distraction
clinical laziness
to climb the high rises
with no branches
just open windows from which to fall.
Now, all the lights that used to dance have fallen in line.
All in time
All in time
-MjM
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