Blink

For just a hint of the look back at what my life used to be That I might recognize the face in the mirror that all too often appears a stranger, somehow, wearing my clothes... Where time has taken me against my will, banished me, to this solitary confinement that is stagnating boredom Where a stimulating conversation is as rare as a dinosaur fossil... and intellectual banter, foreign as the hieroglyphics, buried in the caverned dark Might I close my eyes, momentarily and return to the quiet of the hill and be soothe by the melodic rhythm of lapping lazy waves against the sand... Ever stilled there, my senses and my soul blanketed in the breathing night far from this undeserved prison Of empty status quo... uninspired, complacent, drab... That I may blink, and clear my gaze and find it fixed, on a sweet mirage, A welcoming deep oasis To draw water to my parched lips and quench my hungry thirst Too long lying in the scorching staleness that threatens the very serenity I refuse to relinquish... Blink, that there is a shift in sight alas, a worthy reward, for all I've sacrificed, Sanctified and solidified for the sake of saving myself, unsurrendered