Surrealism

Sometimes
it doesn’t seem real
the way time shapes
our lives
All the anticipation
the anxiety the excitement
& ambivalence
and then you’re facing
the moment, stuck
in your own head
working out these
existential thoughts that
crush joy like a hammer
 
I stare down the narrow
cabin as my feet float
and I’m watching as
yesterday’s troubles ebb
and tomorrow’s
well tomorrow is a brand-new
adventure that is waiting to
become the past
 
I watch the black sky
through the tiniest window
Now the sun
crystalizes the world
I’m glittering as the pain
from yesterday explodes
and my tunnel vision
brings me existential flashbacks
causing me to backtrack
 
The new day is a new vigor
to explore///