Re.al.Unreal

Rear View

I am a disheartened soul who travels along lines. On roads, on streets, to destinations of work. In my mind I am goal oriented. But I am stranded most of the way. Guided only by a desire to finish the day. To watch the sun disappear as I drive back to where I started, between dusk and headlights. I simply go with the flow of that which is reality. For fear of what I may become. Or not. All work. No play. To be bounded only by passion and imagined only to love that which I am learning to see. To touch that is true reality. For dreaming of that world which I cannot see, to trust and cross the line of change. To move on. And behold my mirror. That which I see reflecting back to me facing the double life I lead. One foot to the pedal, the other soaking. Rushing to qualities and being reminded of uniqueness, and quality, and undefined as moments bounce around in my mind of other’s work and managing real time deadlines. I see many things, inspect and reflect on ideas. I am rumored to be on many a minds. And I think I am here, somewhere between you and me. That is a line I still need to cross. To write it down on my to do list of things ordered and busyness. But one which has no order except the rhythm of my heart, and beating myself in so many ways that I lose direction, mapless, and daydreamed to stillness, silencing the real world of roads and streets and shoes and headlights. I have to choose that moment. For this reality waits for no one. Sun rise Up. Moves on.