Touched Lips

The night sets its jaw.
Outside feel the press of desires and fears.
Wanting and not wanting.
The odds and the evens.
Have’s and have to’s.
Many more than there were before.
The same music flowing. Secrets being whispered.
Too easy to experience now what used to never even be know.
There is a flip side. Always is.
Break in the warranty.
Tear at the edge of the smirk.
The real world.
Isn’t really as real as it was thought to be.
From a spartan way of living, or rather not maybe, to this cold water on the nuts way of sudden awakening.
Now wondering if awoken from one haze into another.
The question is if it is better this way or the other?
Maybe I need to relax, let my brain uncoil.
Screw it.
If I am happy, why bother with questions of real or unreal, right?
I know why.
Moments forgetting their start.