Where might you be?

not on some lazy Isle sun-kissed and loved.

In rain-soaked streets beneath epileptic light?

are you where you thought you'd be...

 

are you un-anchored from your dreams?

passed through their veil of comfort...

real worlds are the sum of all our disappointment

their dark corners offer no redemption.

 

Is it just the night that brings you stillness?

or does the quiet scream too loud.

dreams bring no solace when the race is run,

like the prison of a barren womb.