Dawning Creations

Faeries of light
twinkling on dust specks
make me happy for a minute

Ruminating on and over again
things to be done
But I’m stuck
I’m stuck in bed
stuck in my head
It’s days like these
when five minutes feels like three hours

Faeries floating on dusty specks and light
you’re so mystical
In my stupor, you’re everything

Paralyzed, waiting for an epiphany
The lights won’t come on
All I have are these distant specks
These faeries, unattainable and floating
Gloating on about their will
sucking air and floating to their fill

It’s not fair
They’re achieving so much but moving so little

Paralyzed, I’m subordinate to my mischievous random
I’m stuck in my bed
watching dust faeries on specks