My Eyes Open
Between the white knuckles
I stare
Fleeting, boundless thoughts
Controlling censure
Islands breathe life
But no longer can I keep competing
Something more general divides my concentration
All of my own hesitates
Bracing for control
In tune with the obvious
Every decision seems lost
My dreams seem more fake
By the time there's an explanation
They are floating away
I want them back--
Give them life
Before I was broken
Enslaved in a better purpose
You made yourself known
Remaining with within the shelter of the obvious
May you see through my hands
My eyes open