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Waking Up
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Unpublished pieces
Waking up. Good morning daylight.
Stretching body and thinking of excuses.
Excuses to run back to bed.
To pull covers over head
and wish everything away.
Life begins when you decide you want to live.
To be the image of the man you've pretended
all along.
To manufacture the same tired
conversations
with the same boring people
you talk with every day.
Together you and these other people
will creak with the aches
of getting older.
Yawn with the same minds with the
same thoughts of mortality.
And so you're 20, 30, 40, 50 or more. It
really doesn't matter. Every killed brain cell
screams out its resentment. Backspaced hands
tracing illusions on the frosted windows
of failed ambitions.
The cliché is true. Time is running out and
we realize that the shouting
we have done does not motivate anyone
to love us with all their hearts.
At a word, reality can shatter. Husbands and wives
can become casual strangers
wondering why they ever fell in love.
Friends can scatter about the world
and leave one painting them
into the images of what they
were before.
I'm sitting at this machine, typing furiously and
knowing that submitting to the society
I live in will
require me
to close off the thinking part of my brain.
