A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Unfinished

I live for today and not tomorrow,

I dream in real time to reach new heights,

but I don't live in dreams, so I use what I can borrow,

and I learn from the reality in front of me how to breathe at higher heights,

but I still barely touch the bottom shelf much less the clouds,

and the air,

is so thin,

I wonder,

If I'll be able to survive,

And fear of failure leads me into deep sorrow,

and I try to organize my thoughts and adjust to the sounds and the sights,

and I still fear tomorrow,

and I cringe at the brightness of the lights

that pierce through my doubts and it crowds

my being, but then there,

though brighter than it'd ever been,

I wonder,

about my darkness and the patterns of sanity left

unfinished.