Dark Side

I wrote this in Feb 2006:

 

letting the minutes come and go, waiting for tomorrow,

feeling fine, then the sorrow.

 

sometimes I day dream of my brain’s misfires,

I can see the messages sent, unknown desires.

 

touch, the only sense that feeds my hunger,

every nerve ending awake and eager.

 

my thoughts jump, over one another,

leap frogging, earasing then repeating over and over.

 

reality is just a moment away,

I like this little bubble,

tomorrow is another day,

hopefuly today will cause no trouble.