Fighting the feeling of that which is gone.
but fearing the morning when all has been done.
Resting my thoughts on the greatest seat,
awareness returning so fast to my feet.
Remembering people and places I've seen,
actors and stages in the world that I dream.
Opening up to the life that I've found,
baring my feet, just touching the ground.
Trying to see through the curtain behind,
but morning is closing that part of my mind.
