Difficult to express

Groping for thoughts
Where there exist none
Squeezing undiscovered feelings
Into words

Envisioning scenes
While staring into space
Attempting to bind fiction
Into form

Criticizing the masses
When the mirror shows your worth
Trying to silence
The warnings of your soul

Searching for answers
To questions that befuddle you
Stringing those pearls
Of wisdom unknown

On the way back to myself

Sweet slumber, dreams tugging at your heart
You reach out and almost get hold of them
Then, a blank moment, and they're gone

Normally you'd linger on, hoping for an action replay
A replay where you can grab the elusive ending
Or change the dream somehow

All you achieve is another hallucination
Unrelated, unwanted, distressing perhaps
Or the same story with the same abrupt non-ending

Sometimes you succeed in breaking away
From the temptation that cuffs you to your bed
And brace yourself to follow your own plans

Your moves are swift and deliberate
As if you'd never laid down for the night
The battle seems a mundane chore

High on determination, you leave the house
To tread on tranquil paths
Of the world and your mind alike

This is your gift to yourself
The warmth of the sunshine
The coolness of the forest breeze

And every such gift deserves gratitude in return
For you've slain your demons
And worshiped your angels

Haven't you been missing the fun, foolish lass
For, whenever you do that, you cross my path
And it's been so long, girl, I'm glad you're back