notes to self

where did dreams end
beyond the causalities one got engrossed in
beyond the laughter that kicked in
beyond the struggles and boredom of it all
beyond my remembered tenderness
beyond hopes
beyond any reality
i follow a pathless path
i dream a dreamless dream
yet at times
standing here
the call is no gentle reminder
standing here
there is something in me
that knows
there is no "other" way to this
what have I become accepting of?