Lost in Another’s World…

Wearing leather in bright blue,

From the cap right down to the shoe,

No beard had I, I was not me,

Running from others dressed the same,

Till I escaped through a water tube,

To be met by myself on the other side of a cube…

Crossing an ornate bridge,

On a motorcycle with no driver,

Passing Big Ben and churches of age,

Bombed out buildings from life on a different page,

Contemplating death but fighting to survive,

Memories of a past life I did try to revive…

For the dreamer this trip into fantasy was essentially the same,

Never in its entirety does it ever become tame,

The end being the beginning becoming again the end,

Never realizing does the dreamer how it is ultimately pretend…

         © ed ~ 3/27/05