Running through cornfields backwards naked

Open, light aluminates my vision

Closed, light aluminates my lids

Open, darkness in omnipotent

Closed; blackness enters my soul

Sleeping,

 Awake watching little kids playing with each other

Helping each other

Lending a hand to others

Listening for each other, walking for

Each other

Awake, Sleeping

This life cannot be accepted; but it has

Since time was time

Open sores filled with blood and mud Crying

Trying to hold on, this internal battle

I grab on to the day I see your face

And all the fictive tales will dissipate

Lies will no longer exist; skin and blood are no longer, but in communion with you

 Then space manifests its self into solid form

Words no longer are used to describe you

But are used at the end of descriptive emotion

Awake but still I sleep

I sleep for you to awaken me

Waken, I elude you

 Trapped