the art of letting go

being a grown up
the super ego prevails
heartbreak of the id

As the night breaks and the day falls

Rescue me from underneath the fluorescent sky,

the restlessness and the bleeding of time.

Deliver me into the darkness

for more than a flickering moment's

greater finality

in a destination for this train of thought to alight.

Rather than the relentless chug

that drives only to eventual exhaustion.

The depletion far more final.

The duration of rest unknown -

pray not that this time will be the

straw that brakes the camel's - bringing me

back into the nightmarish wreck

-age I tunneled out of,

only to return to

my deepest fear and my darkest longing -

brief respite

as the night breaks and the day falls

and fear of leaving lucidity farther and farther behind.