It is the process by which we live
one that takes many names:
the daily grind
the paper chase;
but what is it all for?
The endless cycle of waking up
only to be letdown
by obligations tied to quantity
not quality.
Temporary sacrifices
become permanent compromises
until one day
we wake up
and ask ourselves
"What the hell am I doing with my life?"

I awake in a cold sweat
The graceful visage of my muse
Slowly fading from my conscience
Like a fond memory
Nestled within the sands of time.
My pulse quickens
Heart beating in my chest
Pounding away like a ferocious thunderclap.
Fear overtakes me
But my muse has not left my side
And I wonder with glee
if "life is but a dream?"

Last night I went for a drive
Under the watchful eye of a glowing moon
I knew not where I was going
Only where I hoped I'd end up

There was a silent calm as I drove,
Myself and life's displaced passengers
As we all sought what we were looking for

Without notice
I became the last passenger
And for no fault but my own
I'm still driving

There's a deep-seated pain that wont go away
Desire is the bookend that keeps it at bay
But in this hour I'm losing this fight
All of the longing keeps me up through the night
Longing for solace, longing for passion
Longing for a muse to give me direction
Just a lonely soul, starved for human connection
Each day creeps along as I search for a reason
To go on

Every night I dream of death
Visions transfixed by burning flesh
All those I hold dear
In moments rich of sadness and full of fear
Silently perish upon the dark canvass of my eyelids

Every day I see Death's shadow
I feel his presence deep in my marrow
He means no threat upon me
Just serves as a reminder of my mortality
So every night after my dreams of death
When I awake with a pounding heart in my chest
I go to take a deep breath
And relish the fact that its not my night to die