Here, in the faint light of dawn
I envision the life, my life,
the one I want for myself.
It’s an apparition, haunting me,
on the edge of my passion, lurking,
mischievous in its delusive state.
I know it. More so than my current
failure of a reality, I know it.
Only pain, and change, away from tangible.
Sunlight and alarms chase it away,
actually, it flees my cowardice.
I’m not worthy or ready yet to live.