Thursday, July 22, 2010

Prisoner Of Dreams

The dream was never as it should be,
despite me taking candy-coated dream
tablets with your smile on them.

They were dark backwards streets,
with headlights that I could never see,
as if the whole world was in my blind spot:

And then there was the man to my side,
with his pristine suit and elegant tie,
always looking for somewhere to be.

The wheel grew teeth and spit me out,
and I landed in the passenger's seat.
I'm sure he was nothing but relieved,

as he spun off the highway into a
crowded beach, cursing repeatedly:
He told me to take him home.

I walked away into the waves.
Never again will I force you
to become my dream slave.

1 comment:

  1. love.

    And then there was the man to my side,
    with his pristine suit and elegant tie,
    always looking for somewhere to be.

    The wheel grew teeth and spit me out,
    and I landed in the passenger's seat.

    too bad now all of our dream inspired work will be compared to inception. curse christopher nolan.

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