All right. This time, I brought a new freelance with me.
From da other side...

Dreams That I Carry

In the middle of the road,
dazing at the red and white lights
zoom past me, zoom near me.
The sky looks very dark,
yet inviting.
I stare too long, I lose balance...
I fall on the asphalt.
My face is as heavy as the cars.
I turn, and see two white lights
I'm too fatigued to move.
The vehicle approaches faster;
I look up at the sky one last time,
the next thing I know...

I arise from my pillow from the right.
My face is noticeably weightier than before.
I walk around to the bathroom
and the left side of my face
feels as if I woke up out of place.
My eyelid won't lift,
my lips won't smile;
it's as if the left side of me is dead.
The hot water is turned on.
As I proceed to wash my face,
it collapses in the sink.
I feel to sleep again,
though the rest of my body is still awake.
There's no cold water on.
The burning sensation causes me
to lift my face, right on the...

I recall my old stomping grounds.
walking past the house
my family called our home.
I look up to the sky;
blue, vast, and open.
My eyes are fixed on one point in the sky.
It isn't special, or beautiful in any way.
But this point is just so captivating.
All of a sudden, I rise
as though I fly without moving.
The sky becomes to enticing to ignore.
Next thing I know, the whole world is blue.
I no longer view the house, the street, the lightpole.
I'm just shooting straight up to the moon.
It's getting darker, and darker, and darker...

I'm driving my convertible
Through the endless deserts...
through the interstate...
through the park...
It feels as though this drive will never end.
With all the time one can spend
on the road with no company,
with no set destination, or no reason,
what could I possibly be thinking about...

Only the dreams that I carry,
and the longing to be in place.