Are you a dreamer too

Are you a dreamer too

What does it even mean

Perhaps we are all poets

A choir of souls singing together in harmony

Just below the level of plain hearing

Unless the grip we have on self

Is loosened

Maybe it is the liquor

Freeing the ties that bind us to a cliche

Of conformity

Unless that too is just an artificial constraint

Holding us down

Binding us unto the flesh

Craving the burn in the back of the throat

Pretending it is the suffering

Which determines the value of art

Did anything worthwhile come out of pain

Really

Perhaps all is relational

Inspiration arising in that brief moment of joy

We all feel in the respite of release

Fleetingly observed, barely lingering

Masked by the paraphernalia

Of the cracked actor

As with any addiction

Chasing the high

Without ever reaching the same place twice

Self-harm is more common

Than we would wish to believe

Every pricked conscience holds a memory

Share it with me

But do not steal my thunder

I am a lightning rod

For controversy

So the story goes,

It is my calling