Perchance

 

Two o’clock

I should be sleeping

Too often I awake

 

Pain drives, so does

Want and dream

And vision

 

I write I dream I

Play inside my heart

 

I hope for what is

Better than I have,

More than I

Deserve

 

It’s how I dream,

I think

 

Wish and in a

Kindly boxed-in

Way

 

(That often I

Don’t understand)

 

Forget what

Drove me from my

Calling