Crossing Overload

Sometimes, I wonder
Maybe it's better if
We aren't able to read all the signs

If we didn't know the other options
If we can't see ALL the paths

Then we won't bother
Thinking of the path not taken
Nor
Get confused
On which one to take

If there is just
One sign ahead of you
Perhaps it would be so much easier


But where's the fun in that?

Only When I Sleep

Everything floats beneath me

And it is reachable
That, which is
Past the infinity of the sky

But when I get to the end of the tunnel
It all ends

For beyond it
I open my eyes
And see that
The world is of course,
As it is supposed to be.