I play hookie in my dreams to avoid responsibility
That’s why I pee in trash cans at school; an assurance of instability
Privacy was all but the case
I hid my face to disclose the reality of chase
I trudge through school halls and remove my clothes
That is, my black sweater to cease identification, I suppose
Foreign vacation to lands of unity
All colors, yet no race
No speak, yet no identification of face
Bag in hand, a chance of opportunity
I leap
I sweep my feet
I begin to speak and then resume to be
What I say to a friendly neighbor is but an illusion
It is an obtrusion of speech and cannot be seen through confusion
At lake, maroon dock and overcast weather
The sun shined through a cloud and presented a chance for things to get better
Or so it seemed
The sun gleamed and was believed to forecast an undreamed theme
Awake, dare not I be awake
For when I wake, the madness of turbulent eyes accounts for a mistake
For when I wake, the sadness of wordless-ness and lies cause the earth to shake
For when I wake, the lavish ways of eternity cease the thirst to take
But when I sleep, there is no quake
But when I sleep, the fires of reality seldom seem to bake
And as I sleep, I exercise the wonders of conciousness
And as I sleep, I escape the troubles of fraudulence




Tanveer Rauf
October 27, 2012 at 10:12 pm
the gist of this beautiful piece is, “Foreign vacation to lands of unity”
love it
Diane
October 28, 2012 at 9:59 am
Another great piece, and of course so very true, how often do we want to sleep away all the trouble, If Only
Lindy Lee
October 30, 2012 at 7:35 am
Excellent…