A Place To Rest The Mind
When we are young
We create a fantasy
For how our future
Should become
The older we get
The less hope we
Have if that dreams
Hasn’t come even close
To any realization
We become trapped by other
People’s dream and the eventually
Consume us
And we are lost of track…
Dreams are journeys
Taking you to a
Well known land
Again and again
I had this feeling of losing
Grip of reality
It seemed like reality had its
Benefits and deficits
The question is what is what
Dreaming is one level
True but mercurial disappearing
In the morning light
Only leaving slightly contours of memories
The repetitive world of every day
Is very much an illusion
When we leave it behind is just gone
Like a dream
Therefore my question is
What is reality and when is it really
Reality?
I live in the night
I die in the day
When the light
Is hard and bright
Crushing every brittle bone
Giving no inner light
Just work to be made
Dues to be paid
The morning breaks
With a violent scream
The silence left us
Together with our dreams
Scared and lost
To our everyday universe
Of work and deprivation
From our life sources
The material that materialize
Into us and our beds
Then came the waves
Huge piles of water
Moving out of the ocean
Flooding the lawn
A lot of things came
Flying
I caught a kite
And gave it to
My older children
Warning them
That my wife
Was conspiring against me
They listen but
Did not believe me
So I left
Realising
That under the summersun
I had to find another place
To live and thrive
Traveling in my dream
I learned that my wife
Had changed our house
To a small cranky appartment
Where a relative to Saddam Hussein
Used to live
He had hidden a lot of gold there
She found it and shared it
With her arab lover/ helper
Called Ahmad
She despised him
But needed the money
To get rid of me
Leaving me in the flat
I tried to warn my children
They did not understand
I live in my dreams
The daytime is just
A temporary nightmare
Surviving the morning and the
Night
Always on the way
Back to the reality,
My dreamworld
I could not take it anymore
Eating pills and drinking
Did not help
The angels had told me Gods will
And I just had to obey
Living others life at night
And my own life at the day
What an awful way to spend ones
Time feeling other peoples pain
Midnight hits hard
All the nightmares
Are here
Remembering you about
The other people’s war
But now
They are inside your head
You are them
They are you
Sharing the mind
A collective memory
In your dreams
Being the receiver
Is painful and cruel
All those stories
In your head
People screaming, suffering and dying
While you are in bed
Night after night
Please relieve me
From being me
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
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