The alarm’s first bleat, a hollow sound,
Pulls me from slumber, earthbound,
Another dawn, the light appears,
And with it, whispered, nameless fears.
A stretch, a sigh, a slow ascent,
To face the day, on purpose bent,
But in the quiet of the room,
A phantom ache, a sense of doom.
Something is missing, stark and wide,
A hollow space where dreams reside.
A color muted, joy subdued,
A silent longing, unsubdued.
The coffee brews, the news rolls by,
Another cycle ‘neath the sky,
And in the mundane, I discern,
A different path, a desperate yearn.
To chase the wild, untamed desire,
To stoke a long-forgotten fire,
A life unlived, a soul unspun,
Beneath a different, brighter sun.
To paint the canvas, write the verse,
To break the rhythm, to disperse
The heavy cloak of what must be,
And claim a self that’s truly free.
But duty calls, the clock demands,
My spirit bound in tired hands.
The humdrum steps, the practiced smile,
Just for a moment, to beguile
The heart that aches, the mind that strains,
Against the daily, common pains.
Oh, for a world where risks are bold,
And stories of true living told.
