on the inside

opened these eyes on the inside
abandoned all there was, at least tried
and yet a realisation of the importance of body
sand, dust eventually, from a nobody
waiting for a time, a place
hating the lost, no trace
come the morning dreams will have changed this
some will be real, others amiss

those times and imagination, are here
chose to travel far, not similar but sincere
seeing another truth
being convincing, so aloof
each place i go
reaches another certainty, i know
how far to reach the real
now, or can I ever feel

closed these eyes to the outside
exposed to the unreal with no guide
travelling is fast and far
unravelling is easy but bizarre
realising there is no going back
fantasising there is a track
however, here comes the morning, an end to dreams and see
wherever this is, it’s free

©2006 Hey Hey

endlessly enchanted Hey Hey. enjoy reading this piece of yours.
misty