Pantoum

Morning comes too soon these days
a sad return to normal life.
I live in dreams, the only way
I can exist in stark sunlight.

As I return to normal life,
familiar things are shaded strange;
they do exist in bright sunlight,
but through dream filters all has changed.

Familiar things become so strange
I cannot navigate my path.
With all the filters dreaming changed
I cannot shudder, only laugh.

I've stepped away from normal paths
to save my soul now reason's gone.
I ought to shiver, but I laugh
to see the wreck my life's become.

To save my soul, since reason's gone
I live in dreams, the only way
to hide the wreck my life's become.
Morning comes too soon these days.

9/14/11 dawn