Wake up

Wake up, wake up,

This is not your life —

It’s just that old dream,

The one that loops and loops

and never finds its resolution

Wake up, notice the signs

that this is just a dream:

The way you never get what you desire

The way it seems your only choice

is to feel empty

or fill the void with things you’re loath to do

Wake up — there’s more —

Your life is made

of stunning bands of chords and light

You’re vast as all those distant burning stars

Release this tiresome dream

and fill your sight

with what they tell your heart

of who you are.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 18, 2013