Wake Up

Awake, 

Every day I wake, hollow and stoic. 

They wake every day too, 

across the world, from every place

and every time. There was a day...

There was a day when I woke,

but it was unusual. For I was

the same and they were different. 

Or maybe I was different and they were the same. 

Their monotony hit me, it threw me over

And I was truly awake. I realized I could

not wake them, I could only exist outside

of their reality, apart from the reality. 

Some weeks later, I met one who was

lucid as well. And she changed everything.

She saw me, but not in the way I wanted 

to be seen, separate from how I thought. 

But, alas there will be another day

another time, perhaps another life.

To live as we dream, and the world too,

will one day be awake like us. 

5-27-19

Victor Jackson

To you