I am done with
fictitious X
that marks the spot
that never was
or the gold that lies
at rainbow’s end.
Tired of drowning
in the dream’s abyss
that lures you in
until you are
truly baited
only to be caught
by a bigger fish.
Give me the net
with holes that I
can find my own escape
from a belief I created.
I grew up in California where Americans transfixed by dreams came to be disillusioned. My family had lived there for many generations and were amused that the supply of dreams seemed endless. The States eccentric provincial charm the dreamers destroyed long ago, but not until I managed through a large hole to escape to a place filled with cynics, where all the dreams have price tags.
You see you made me think, You must be doing something right
One size fits all but the one it doesn't. Make your own treasure map, bury all the angst of youth in a hole for the next generation to dig. Sell copies of protest on platforms of freedom and post ultimatums for refugees. All escaping thoughts and feelings must be tarred and feathered or further tethered from frequent use and abuse by the owners. Like the fellow said being led to the noose, "I'm still getting the hang of this." Yes. It's hard to swallow.
I grew up in California where Americans transfixed by dreams came to be disillusioned. My family had lived there for many generations and were amused that the supply of dreams seemed endless. The States eccentric provincial charm the dreamers destroyed long ago, but not until I managed through a large hole to escape to a place filled with cynics, where all the dreams have price tags.
You see you made me think, You must be doing something right
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..