Poetry From The Heart

A Realization

A Realization

I'm lying on the softened ground,

Gazing past this endless mound.

And while it's there I cannot see,

This entire image in front of me.

Cause all the ambitions that I hold so dear,

Had never been visible, seen so clear.

In haste I rise to catch my breath,

The sky is green, my right is left.

And recalling more, than ever since,

I retain all reason, but it all makes sense.

Then straight ahead upon the hill,

An image way beyond the real.

Because down to the very smallest tea,

A spitting image of the current me.

And there he stood at the very center,

As the seasons shifted, from the spring to winter.

Holding an image, that, being sublime,

Obtaining an existence that was rightfully mine.

This destination, I knew not where,

As sadly all I could do was stare,

At this figure that filled me with so much hate,

While I was left there, to merely spectate.

Gazing with disgust with what was there,

I was but a pawn, to easily ensnare.

Cause how could he achieve so much bliss,

While I remained captive to this endless abyss.

So plunging now, I feel regret,

And awaking now in the cool damp sweat,

And on the grass I see the dew,

My right is now right, and the sky now blue.

But you know this reality, or so it would seem.

My goals only reach fruition in a nonexistent dream.