the dreamers

kundera wrote that the dreamer is a person who is acting, going through the motions of every day with the unconscious knowledge that something or somebody is watching them, that all their actions are for the benefit of an unknown other. and who doesn't feel that way sometimes? catching the eye of a stranger, and being immediately transported to this fantasy where you have everything together - the whirlwind romance, the croissants and coffee. their musicianship to your painting... the long, langurous nights. drinking wine on the decking while they read brodsky to your eager ears.
    this can be difficult. how many nights spent, frustrated in tears on the phone, because your supposed other half, the imaginary completion just does not understand you, or maybe the girl you lost your heart to can't decide if she wants to take a chance on you or your best friend. or the guy who you met on a drunken night out and now you find yourself in a strange half-relationship of films and f***s and not really that much talking? stealing like a thief into the night whilst he lies ignorantly sleeping. then there's the mystery one, elusive. you don't quite know her, but you wish you did. and with all this going on, who is going to blame you if you run out of steam? or heart? or hope?
    you can be tired. trying to find love at the tender age of nineteen, when really you should be finding yourself. so you drive. aware that you are living a cliche, that this whole 100km/h in the fast lane is just an expression of your teenage angst and bid for freedom. genevieve, genevieve. you don't want university and you don't want to live at home, rotting in your own thwarted dreams.
    when does dreaming become idleness? when does procrastinating the future become just sad? and the illusion of enduring love pathetic? probably right about now.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dreams are a two-edged sword. Make us go forward and can make us feel hopeful in failure. Some people are waiting for a miracle. Most great things done in life are cause by hard work and direct force. I like the poem. Made me think. Thank you.
Coyote

[hawker]

f**k. this is good. better than good. wow.

[Ed Hart]

you are full of surprises