Marginally Riveting

Forgetting where I left my keys seems to be commonplace,

Just like when I wear glasses too long, I forget they’re on my face

And as comfortable as I could be in one place at a time

Take leave for a few years, give it new life inside my mind

Where the skeleton and main ideas are always set in stone

But the colors and dynamics sometimes end up overblown

Where the tiniest detail could pave the way for something huge

A finger painting is a masterpiece, a fountain, a deluge

And a vicious dog could turn into a beast that haunts the night

Wake up drenched in a cold sweat for years, without a night’s respite

Or when the echo of a hallway inside a middle school, forlorn

Still audible, even now, when newer dreams are born

Take a bit from here and there and process every part

A marriage of some fact and faux, an immaterial work of art

These memories I poke and prod, dissect, copy and paste

Creating dreams that play so vividly, to wake feels like a waste

But at certain times the waking world can overlap with dream

With events so incredible, you’d expect a zipper or a seam

That veils sobering reality with the euphorically surreal

Imagination breathing life back in, revitalizing zeal

Giving it the widest berth, to run free as it will

So many lands to see and things to meet, no time for standing still

Case in point, as I began to write with just an empty slate

Intentions eyed a different course, holding much different weight

I hooked my hands onto my muse and felt it gaining speed

Let go, eyes closed, feeling the return of something else’s lead

And by the time I’d given a second thought, I was well upon the way

That led me to the place I’d named before I knew what words to say

Where disjointed shards and particles may outsiders perceive,

In actuality, connected by what I both know and believe

You may say “dreams should stay dreams, in the waking world you strive!”

But for me, balance between the two keeps everything alive