Daydreamer
My gaze battles the light
It burns my eyes,
yet I can’t look away
A promise of a better day begs me to stay
My muscles soften
as my belly grows
I sink deeply into contentment
My cozy chair
The soft cusion
I would like to play in the gray day
Escape my soft pillow
Step on the cold rocks
Get dirt on my clean socks
This machine firmly grips its claws
into my face as it laughs and cackles
I am imprisoned
But I possess the key to my shackles
If I stay, I am safe for I am already dead
Asleep in my head
If I leave, uncertainty is guaranteed
But the universe will continue to spin the big busy ball
Therefore the ground will return to my feet
Even if I fall
No more will I struggle to survive
Climb my towering mountains
The rough, unforgiving earth
My hands begin to bleed
Leaving a reminder on my shirt
That my heart still plays the beat
Ride the viscous ocean tide
The main ingredient of the great recipe
I am pulled underneath
It is a privilege to breathe
Looking to either side
Never again will it slip my mind
How it feels to be alive
Written by:
Cameron Clark
© 4/2018
(Photo art credit to: Lucy Cambell)
Cameron Clark is a long time friend of mine. I saw his words and they touched me so I decided to share them with all of you. Cameron is a musician, writer, adventurer, and care giver. If any of you have any poems or short stories that you feel could help to inspire or bring joy to someone’s life please e-mail me to my wildantevasin@gmail.com account.
I hope you all have a blessed and inspiration filled week!
Sending you all love and light,
Wild Antevasin
Wild Antevasin 