Only A Few Things

I hear the same sounds
When I drift in the sanctuary of sleep
The same ripples come on shore
The same waves waving me goodbye
The same memories drift like messages in a bottle
The same scenes can been seen inside
I run but still see the sunset
I run but keep seeing the sun stalled in the distance
The wind whips and the sounds mock
And the dreams all stay the same
A boy adrift
And a man watching him
The orange haze of yesterday
The bright glow of tomorrow morning
The circles and the music and the laughter
I always awake wondering
Always awake tired
Always awake wondering if
Always asking What If