Blue Sky High

Pressure comes from within
to change me from without
Who would I be without these driving
forces of non-integrated personality?
Always seeking to be whole
knowing I have no control

Memories left like carry on luggage
Expressions of anger and rage
Fading possessions of broken dreams
catapulted into the future
of my mind's playground

Shattered glass and mirrors
reflecting time's dismay
of my paradox
My mental box
My own truth delayed

Sheltered here, formless
and void
Understanding somewhat
Slightly less annoyed
Like a mime subdued by fugue
Tired of the pant-o-mime
Hoping the doors of perception will
shift just one more time
And I’ll be released
to walk free
underneath
A unified sky of blue