Light Blue Life

Gray morning, seven thirty
the alarm is saying it's time to go.
Time to move on
Time to move forward, begin again.

Barely aware, the mind is still at twilight
it's still the time to move
going on auto pilot
or any means you've got left.

It's not like this is a list
showing you were you've been
or where you have to go.
It's not like your life
is governed by anything
but what you let it be.

Disorderly complicated systems
bearing false witness
in the subterfuge of your mind.
Even with the white clothes
and your wings
it's not too hard to see you fell
and when you fell you broke it all.
When you look in the mirror
you are the only one who doesn't see.

Begin again here
long enough and you'll see
pale reflections in the moon light
casting shadows
that burn deeply in the mind
flirting about with electrical impulses
neurological in orgin
numberical but not yet divine.

Is this what you wanted?
What you came to see?
Shadows along the line casting doubt?
I don't know what this was
or where it was going
or what it'll be.

The shadows of your past are just waiting,
here for you like old friends.
Where any of this goes is up to you
but don't think I'm here for it too.
I'm just stuck on this sinking ship
hoping for the best but expecting the worst.