Waking

Let me grip this second chance and resume the transit I began.
I see a structure up ahead so I stop to reference where I am.
A fringe of land beside the sea, A house that lingers incomplete,
A woman still remains, She builds here everyday, The distance keeps her safe.
Her idle views explain «You'll be safe.» I let her voice exhaust my strength with urgent tales of
hope’s defeat. «The safest road that we can take is the one that we create.
The journey’s burden beckons fear and the harshest laws must be revered.
«I am forging my own path, as we build this house under the shadow of death.
My objective is now attached to the residence she lacks.
Again I break my stride to watch her structure rise.
Beside the water I am building my future investing all I own and keeping
distance from the road.
We’re raising the walls of our future as we sleep through illusions of shelter.
I had a dream I was suspended; staring up into a light.
Oh God I hear your jealous whisper.
I just can’t seem to reply.