a whispered prayer

2:46am, Dec 10 2005

i am clinging on to the ends of my imaginary rope,
swinging frantically between reality and fantasy.
the days have been too hot and humid for me to function
and the nights too, have been way too restless for me to fall asleep.

useless days and endless nights,
where euphoria vs. depression,
stress vs. relief, pain vs. joy…
pls rescue me from this seesaw of extremes,
i am begging of u.

release me from my prison
and let my creativity flow free
no more restrictions, no more delays, 
no more futile hurdles to jump…

let me get to where i must go.
help me find my balance, and once again,
regain the meaning of life.
let me taste the pleasures of creation,
and once more, fly high.