My Body is a Vessel

I'm inspired and frustrated with the talent of our minds to see ONLY what we hope to see.  It's a protective measure but with the protection, we are shielded from what we need to see in reality.  The precipice that points the way to a dreamlike state of mind also points the way to our real life destruction.

Somehow, I truly feel that I've been given a protective bubble.  Each time I edge closer to the dangerous line, I rescue myself with barely a scratch to heal.  And each time I learn how important it is to make the best of REAL life.  Dreamlike careers, families, men hold only temporary pleasures...instead, I prefer the tagline to a film the way by Emilio Estevez...

"you don't choose a life, you live one"

Oh what a shame

That you’re not real

Oh what a shame

Our lives can’t be together

One in reality

One in dreams

Cast about in my vessel

Upon the roaring seas of love

The heart of me shakes and shudders

But the strength of me calms the rudder

Oh what a shame

That we’re not together

Oh what a shame

That we can’t exist forever

One in words

One in thoughts