'06-'13 from the Mead Comp

I had a dream once
Deja vu really; so count it twice
It never gave an opportunity to come-for-wishing
As always my timing ain't always right.

I never had the push from anyone
Never heard the "you can do it speech."
The things that haunt me
right before I sleep.

The hums and static whisper of the quiet drum
"Why?"
Of course there's no answer
Here, maybe, I thought now
I have time.

Now I peruse old letters and printed conversations
Fucked up excuses, trauma, vindicated explanations.
For what?
Just to clarify whatever bullshit that's still inside.

Within that last bit of moment before I wake
the dream fades over to the other side.
We're in the clear, that moment's arrived.

Take it man, just take it.
Try to remember what that one little man said,
"Fake it 'til you make it."
Thanks Kim.