I sit up in bed and I am wide awake

These sensations are so new, are they real or fake?

If I was to die now, would my life have been a waste?

Did I take a bite out of the apple and enjoy the taste?

With memories abound and experiences untold,

I wrap myself in my blankets, though I'm not that cold.

I strain my ears for a familiar sound

To these feelings, am I forever bound?

In the darkness of the room, the secrets are kept.

Would they have be stolen if I went on and slept?

Should I hold them or should I not care?

Do I let the go, or wait until I can share?

So many questions I have never faced.

So many paths I have yet to trace.

All I can do is reach out my hand and dare.

Will another be waiting or will I just grab air?

I lay back down and close my eyes.

I dream of meadows and dark blue skies.

In dreams questions are stifled and given no mind.

If the world of dreams could make everything so kind.

MTC