Just On This Side

When I wake in the morning,
I have to remind myself
Who I am, what I'm doing;
Torn between them and myself.

Like the brown sky beneath my feet;
Like a thief in broad daylight, who came when expected;
Like everything else that is just not right, in a world of clichés...

I am doing a handstand in a sand storm;
I am stealing what they don't even know they have, and has no value to them;
In my eyes, it is everything else that isn't quite right...

But I keep my peace;
I keep my path and my pace;
I keep just on this side of insanity, in both my eyes and theirs.

I got to bed each evening

Remembering who I am.

On and on I am dreaming,

Recreating who I am.