Treasure Island

Egal Bohen



Re-programmed for our daily life
Brain full of new and original strife
How is it when we first awake
We have to momentarily decide
Or ask the question
Who am I?
What is the plot?
Oh Hell!
I had forgot
I'm in that life again
Oh No!
I'd rather be asleep my brain
Can't cope with this another day
All those problems
Go Away!

Will does get you out of bed
And in a moment it be said
The programme set into your head
Will start you on another day
Act II
Scene I
Just like a play

Submitted: Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Edited: Thursday, March 16, 2006

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  • Blue angel Florida (9/21/2007 6:36:00 PM)

    Yes, real life is just like a 'Play' as our dreams, the only difference is that we can't control it as the DIRECTOR, instead, we can only CONTROL our body and movements until our Mind, Body and Soul are alined. Loved it! As all your art, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Nermin Nazim (9/28/2006 7:49:00 AM)

    Just Superb my friend, superb writing, yes the truth, exactly what happens in our heads, precise and concise and superbly said. do we do all that?
    I loved it.
    and thanks for your comment. been to Egypt? (Report) Reply

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