ANY QUESTIONS (there are too many answers)

in the sleepless night, between the thin edges of reality and make believe, we still lack the direction and the motivation to stand in the way of ourselvs and realize, we must close these eyes one way or another, we build the walls, and here i am stuck in between you all, where you want me to go, what must i say, for you to let me in, through the barriors of every day blurs of truth, covered in what we fail to look for, as the wind winds down between my eyes, i am cursed and blessed in the same notion, i know these feelings are what they are and nothing more, wheather anyone wants to spend their time figuring and calculating how insane this has become, just to realize that through each fingernail's stroke of midnight hours, where the smoke floats on up the shandelire, and the dictionary sits in the corner, covered in dust, but who needs this when emotions are the bringers of new age, new life, and the bringing of new realizations, that we all cannot know everything, that we cannot get into any routine when the wind right outside our minds changes, with the waking of the next day, leave me with this i say, leave me with that one little shine of sunlight, to bring this simple work of words into view, where the water will run clear, and the sky above has nothing to say as i kick back in this chair, casting my line out once more, in hopes that i am not cast upon, by the fish below.