The Search Continues

Dream: I'm drinking from a cracked glass.
Don't remember the rest.
Civil unrest.
Always yearning for meaning
all at once purposeful
and lost at sea.

Lost it, see
everything so clearly
but not soon enough.
"That was stupid."

So goes the refrain
and I'll refrain from elaborating
because this could mean anything to anyone.
Music to my ears.
Or it could mean nothing to someone. My greatest fear.

realize that my greatest tears are not so great
at least not in a positive way
though crying is mighty in its own respect.

Someone will cry tonight, I suspect.
And I'm not sure whose fault it is.
Certainly not mine.
Well, I'm certainly not trying
to gamble away my time.

Our glass is your glass - hourglass.
Sifting sand
shifting sand and
Change is on the horizon;
portent, important, pregnant
with a certain quotient of emotion
and devotion to success
ideally in its most traditional sense
which is probably not what you think it means.