at a minimum

giving up the ghost
the dreams that it is clear won't come to pass
the visions in my head from yesterday
time to wake up to
the world as it is
gluttonous and greedy
cold and cheeky
mostly just difficult to dance with
or is it only me?
i want to run to fly to jump to breathe in once
and know that i am at peace
could there be another choice
than frustrated marathons
i know now what you meant
about feeling far away from god
when you felt alone despite your seeking
when you were waiting at the station
realizing that train would never arrive
not in this lifetime
the cruel part of life
is the lack of a rewind button
or a pause
how the sweetest moments can drift by
while you're bent over in pain
and how when you find your need
you find that words won't work
and the passersby pick up the pace
real struggle isn't always beautiful
at least not until the mirror
of reflection rises
but that can take decades
at a minimum.