Awake, Again

Only in my mind is happiness

Equated with more and left

To wither on the banks of life.

I’ve eaten breakfast with my fears and

Grew tired of the moaning and

Wringing of hands at every

Turn of serendipity.

Tomorrow I vowed to awake today

And take myself back into

The secret places where

Joy sleeps amid the ruins of

Endless striving.  “Awake!”, I say,

“I’m back from the sleeping and

Wanting to play.