it isn’t sunday
the dream world tries to talk me into sleeping
and the sun knows better,
it blinds me as i lift myself out of smooth
black sheets and face its glow.
it isn’t yesterday
the dream world tries to talk me into slipping
two steps back into a space i cannot change,
it reminds me that i still breathe and waste time
when all life is right before me.
it isn’t tomorrow
the dream world tries to talk me into climbing
over today and into the future that i might have,
it reminds me that there are learning curves,
triumphs, love, death and failures ahead.
it is today
the dream world talks me into believing
in unicorns and unfaltering love,
it reminds me that anything is possible
existing in the moment, breathing in the present.