I am a real person, but may lose touch with reality.
A friend who cares sees my truth and shows me:
I am hurt by my faith in one unaware.

Why walk on quicksand?
Why choose to heed a call of despair?
There is no one to love me there.

But I want to be awakened, yes.
If I fell asleep in worry, and time passes,
Where has my now gone? It is always here.

I’ll only find the present in living today.
I’ll stay away from empty history,
And know tomorrow is always pictured in a memory-
clouded mirror.