Dan Williams

Keep Me from Sleep

Some things break when spun too fast,

on this beautiful planet it happens a lot.

Tiny silhouettes of real love are sometimes

by this reality accidentally smothered.

 

Nothing must be either something, rather than it is,

or exactly the same as it is not,

yet must end up finally being one or the other.

This confusion is the child of Ignorance and Arrogance.

 

The straightest edge of Destiny should not be used

to figure your chances,

will make your spirit have trouble believing, even in itself.

Futility after a while simply parodies acuity.

 

As problems go, things that interrupt my feeble sleep

can be explained by how many years they have cursed our kin,

who would not look or would not see,

fearful of what they might find.

Life appears as a contest with fate they cannot win,

while wheels of integrity, lacking traction, sit and spin.