Non Prose
Non-prose,verbose,comatose...
Today I woke up
with escape as the plan,
Escape from reality,
escape as a novelty,
My house looks out
at planes,trains and people,
Life stumbling on random terrain,
The joys,sorrows - repeating again and again,
I thought I'd catch the train
that goes far,far away,
Meet strangers on the way,forget them
and move on as if life's the same (is that the way?)
I catch a nice window seat,
And watch the world on its beat,
As fields pass me by,
Contemplate existence over a cup of chai.
The world changes with night,
and my train takes me further
on another train of thought,
Battles of the mind - fought and re-fought,
Morning brings
New places, new faces
Some bits of reality - tough to digest
Others - bitter pills to ingest,
And so, the journey would go,
In meticulous aimlessness,
Do i return home,
or am i home already?
Today, I woke up
with escape as the plan,
Is escape but another reality,
The one in which inertia meets gravity?
Today I woke up
with escape as the plan,
Escape from reality,
escape as a novelty,
My house looks out
at planes,trains and people,
Life stumbling on random terrain,
The joys,sorrows - repeating again and again,
I thought I'd catch the train
that goes far,far away,
Meet strangers on the way,forget them
and move on as if life's the same (is that the way?)
I catch a nice window seat,
And watch the world on its beat,
As fields pass me by,
Contemplate existence over a cup of chai.
The world changes with night,
and my train takes me further
on another train of thought,
Battles of the mind - fought and re-fought,
Morning brings
New places, new faces
Some bits of reality - tough to digest
Others - bitter pills to ingest,
And so, the journey would go,
In meticulous aimlessness,
Do i return home,
or am i home already?
Today, I woke up
with escape as the plan,
Is escape but another reality,
The one in which inertia meets gravity?