That Life Inside The Dream... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is someone inside you
that comes to you like a stranger at dawn
you look closely
and the face speaks like it were you
that noon time
it speaks of an inner wish
which of course you pretend you do not really understand
because of so much fear
that it could be the real you finally
it is on this land of cloudy paths
and glimmering waters where you take exceptions
you compromise a bit
since the strength of your reason is fast asleep
and you operate merely on
the trickles of the sweat on your skin
it is cold here
and you need the pleasure of hot oil
rubbed on your nape
and the soles of your feet
that really tickles you
much

how many years have you lived here?
you know it well and you until now
has not desired any form of escape
there is death of everything in you beyond this threshold
again you are reminded
'i live on compromises'

you finish the dream
and when you are awake you just dismiss the story
as one that you cannot really remove
too lightly

then you dress yourself
brush your teeth
look at your face in the mirror
forget about it
and then move on
with another segment of your life

'this is life' you assure yourself
then you admire the way you have been acting
on your thoughts