Somehow impossibility trumps achievability
And suddenly the awareness of the dream-haze kicks in.
You now know that the light at the end of the tunnel,
Which is getting bigger by the day,
Is also drifting further and further away.
The constant stumbles and the dream that crumples.
The fool that fumbles and the world that tumbles.
But In the midst of the hollowness, there is something left.
A vision of clarity, indestructible but vague.
The awareness of the dream-haze now fades.
But not into more unknowingness and illusions.
Into visions of reality, an ecstasy of vitality.
The dreams live on and not as a haze, but as reality.
Though the light at the end of the tunnel is still far away,
It’s coming closer day by day
And I’ll get there some day, if I allow my dream to be my reality.
The door is locked for no one with a key of hope.
© Otto Holm
A bit of a weird post, I know. But thanks for checking out my light pictures and reading my personal poetry!