Waking Ladybug

The lights pierce my skull,
Like streams and rivulets,
They bounce within my brain,
And leave me sleepless.

Each key strikes harder than stone,
Down into my soft dreams,
Waking me to find myself tangled,
And wishing to be free.

Out in the world is my place,
I have yet to stand upon it,
But I still search for where I belong,
Somewhere with fields and creeks.

Hopes turn to paper and fly away,
Only to be replaced by new hopes,
Fears dissolve as rationality seats himself,
Love comes and goes like a train.

I am a passenger on the express circuit,
Where I hope to reach myself sooner,
And find that the growth can come whenever,
To become the man I want to be.

I despise clenching cold conventions,
And I love all things frivolous,
In the sands beneath the grass,
I shall make my home and find my roots.