Dreams

Slipping in and out of consciousness
This reptile sheds its skin in the wake of old beginnings
Faster just to keep up with myself
New, older, but me – eternally repeating

If it came to this I wouldn’t say a thing

Always the walls are closing in - meditate to postpone them
Catch a glimpse of your reflection… but
We see nothing we’re not meant to see
We all breathe the same air, but never repeat it

Slip away, fade away

Circles of destruction, alone and whispering
Intake of the restless, dive bomb into me
Scarlet wounds on my body I find
Branching out to feel the need to become mine