Truly Awake

 

The last vestiges of the evening are upon me,
And I feel, deep in my soul, that slumber is death.
I tighten my grip on consciousness, my blood racing.
I do not want to let myself go willingly.

Tomorrow beckons, pleads, and stipulates,
As sleep tries to lull me into an unconscious submission.
I detest this old routine and wish that I was free,
Like an owl flying below the moon but above the humdrum.

I aspire to challenge sleep and tomorrow both.
I yearn to emerge victorious in the lively night.
Let the sun’s rays reveal something new when they arrive;
One who is truly awake by nothing but his own accord.

 

Copyright © 2019 – Adam Light

 

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– Adam Light

Why Not

For a long time, I studied Earth
But it always spun too fast
I never knew if it was worth
All the questions it amassed

I couldn’t see more than a blur
And I couldn’t answer why
I never knew what could occur
Underneath that cloudy sky

In this cosmic, forsaken place
When I had no other shot
I let the why just die in space
And asked instead, “Why not?”

Copyright © 2019 – Adam Light

 

Dear reader, I need feedback. I write for myself, but I share for the world. If this poem had an impact on you, positive or negative, I’d really like to know. Thank you.

– Adam Light