A Waking Life
only had time to write 32, if you wanna go longer it's fine by me...
he sets his glasses next to his bed, crawls in & lays his head
slowly waiting for the effects from taking his last array of meds
his eyelids close tight, consciousness sealed inside
primed to deal with thoughts his unconscious mind reveals tonight
lying between wrinkled sheets his mind keeps thinking of sheep
he's down for the count without a sound... silently sinks into peace
reaches the brink of the dreamworld, his light slowly awakes
beholden to fate as he aims straight & strolls right for the gates
on these roads with memories each moment seems heavenly
revisiting each year because in one he knows he'll be seventy
old & decrepit with bad knees, used to needing a cane
here he's young & spry with much delight in the scenery change
skippin' rocks on the pond where summer's spent until twelve
caught a glimpse of lost innonce in his younger reflection of self
the ripple effect carried him through his adolescent years
where a second set of ears helped to better hear the lessons reared
relives his scholarships to college... a good job's the result
fresh pressed suits & ties since the first time he's called an adult
signals exchange, kinks in his brain make changes to history
a second existence refrained from it's pain, shame, or it's misery
leaves a different impression of kids & the love of his life
dreams sketch a wonderful wife with whom he never struggles or fights
the facade lasts decades played through a happy marriage
false memories are eventually the only ones he actually cherished
for in truth he was never really viewed as a sappy guy
stuck with a crappy life so at night he designs delusional happy times
tries to deny that in his real one nothing is left
he lives alone in an old folks home, only visited by the cousin of death
reverting back to birth from old age, keeps living these days up
while figments of his own thoughts keep insisting he has to wake up
the same path that abstains fear, veers into denial
but this lucid dreamer's sick of the real world so he'll stick in here for a while
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