A Poem For Time

Tim sleeps with one eye open
With his eye on the prize
Unable to realize the potential
Wide awake to feel nothing
Dreaming to see something
Escape the box
Rest worries under a tree
Remember the glee
Or was it tiresome energy
Falling asleep to wake young
Yellow memories
Save me


Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

2 thoughts on “A Poem For Time”

  1. “Wide awake to feel nothing/Dreaming to see something”
    This hit home. This is my existence. Powerful poem. I am curious about the influence.

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