A Little Swing, A Little Dance

Either way is here...everywhere is nowhere but here.
A sonnet...a penny for your thought
Buying these poorly constructed metaphors
and selling feelings I never bought.
Hearing the opening and closing of doors
meaning words I don't know or can hear.

Good night.
Good morning.

Is it still just all the same?
I'm not sure either
I just know it's neither games
or an endless pursuit of pain
nor just this breath of ether
to wake me from slumber.

I'm afraid structure is slipping in
breaking through cracks
making things stack against me
and making whatever this is be
just another step in and out.
In and out of whatever sync
we're struggling to find
in whatever conditioned world this is.

I wanted to open but maybe it should be closed.
Maybe.
I'm not sure either
just that I want to be known and understood
and being understood as being understood.
Time is a friend
or maybe just an enemy in disguise
playing at his game and here we go.
Breaking, falling, spinning
into this place here.

It's just a good night
and a good morning,
sleep tight
and dream until daylight sparks
break through your eyes
lighting up life
and bringing together
another day that might make life
just seem another day.
Knowing I don't know
but knowing just enough
just to say
I hope it's good,
hope its beautiful
hope its wonderful
and more you could ever ask for.
Sleep today
and wake up feeling
more together
and less apart
then you could ever have at night.