breath the unknown air,
The life I live and love a lie,
A cover to a truth near death.
If I were to wake.
.
Remember the lakes and golden fields,
Hurtle away
beside me and my madness
A glance of peace
Before a sudden painless storm.
Where there is no pain,
There is no fear:
The final flight knew only joy
And resignation.
.
If I were…
.
Remember the flight; the memory gone.
Instead a hole, a lingering cave
Hidden within, a moment a lost.
The choice: to forget
Accept and go
Or risk the world
And know.
.
If I were to wake,
A Life I lived a lie
If I were.