Sleeping Wonder

Reality often does not
Only in dreams
Are we who we want to be
Such in a cold world

Reality is often trite
Cascading thoughts
Are often what dreams look like
Say it thrice

In a world so beholden
Such thoughts are nice
Wondering in ideals
Reality is a bitter pill
Such forth

I strive for truth
Beauty hidden between the hues
Grey sings of you
Articulated as black and white

And I wonder
Do dreams sing of
Lost, forlorn light?

Mercy to ourselves
Sleeping in tomorrow’s light
What lost looks like

I wonder
Dreaming
Sleeping
Speaking
Present is the future
Yesterday’s Tomorrow

And I wonder
Do you?

Tomorrow’s slumber
Architect of yesterday
Always thinking of tomorrow

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Ryan Mimna lives in Philadelphia and works in the finance industry. He served in the U.S. Army from 2011 to 2015 and, after completing the Ranger pipeline, served with 1st Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, including multiple tours in Afghanistan. After leaving the Army, he finished a bachelor’s degree in political science at the University of Pennsylvania, where he began writing and later turned toward poetry. For The Havok Journal, he writes reflective pieces and poetry, often centered on fear, meaning, and the inner life.

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