Perspectives

Perspectives

I think I keep questioning this because it seems too good to be true. 

People encouraging me to do what it is that I always wanted to do.
Enabling some things to happen that I never believed would come true.
Some strange desires awakened that I forgot I even had.
My life has been so shaken, that I forgot how to be glad.
When it’s about growth it’s fun, but an obligation is not always so.
One has to fool oneself in order to keep so much on the go.
Spending life, trying to be good, even harder to be great.
Is this some poetic justice, a reward, punishment or fate?
With exhausting pain, it seems like for such dreams, it’s growing rather late.
Dreams seem far too risky when you’re used to being safe.
The obstacles grow in number, and it’s hard to keep my faith.
Realism crashing in, neither optimism or pessimism, 
But in such harsh reality, idealistic dreams keep me awake.
Soundtracked by the surrealistic music I spin of late.
They shake me into action and in movement I find serenity.
They seem to hold some rusty key to happiness as of late.
The moon is a sliver tonight enveloped by a hazy sunset gradient.
Living in this parallel universe, oh, so completely different.
Watching the war planes race across the sky,
Knowing trouble is out there, but feeling safety on high.
Perhaps if you believe enough, you can rise from this new state.
The irony that what seems easiest is now difficult to be.
How I long for feeling open, so in love, and feeling free.
Reality pales in comparison, oh what came to be,
When imagination went traveling towards possibility.
I find peace in the quiet night with only the clock a tick,
The whirring of the highway lulling me to sleep.
Some easy gratitude for this life, even as it came to be.
After all I’ve no control, an illusion that we see.
Simply breathing like the waves in peaceful seas.
The beaches for relaxing, the woods are for exploring,
And the ocean beckons towards adventure.
For tonight, I am content in my living room,
Attempting smiles with no answers,
To the questions my soul seeks.
I spend all day trying to survive,
And so few minutes of poetry that keeps me alive.
D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang of Vallejo, CA is the author of five full length poetry collections, including 2016's Poet Loiterer which Kirkus Reviews described as containing "Free-spirited ideals couched in fairly infectious rhymes." She also released her debut spoken word album entitled Happy Accidents.
Lang won Best of Show in Poetry in 2015, and Reserve Best of Show in 2016 at the Solano County Fair. Lang performs at poetry open mics around the Bay Area, including regularly at the Hub as a part of Poetry by the Bay, and was also a featured act at the inaugural Vallejo Man March.

Author: D.L. Lang

D.L. Lang of Vallejo, CA is the author of five full length poetry collections, including 2016's Poet Loiterer which Kirkus Reviews described as containing "Free-spirited ideals couched in fairly infectious rhymes." She also released her debut spoken word album entitled Happy Accidents. Lang won Best of Show in Poetry in 2015, and Reserve Best of Show in 2016 at the Solano County Fair. Lang performs at poetry open mics around the Bay Area, including regularly at the Hub as a part of Poetry by the Bay, and was also a featured act at the inaugural Vallejo Man March.