Reality Bite
Late one night under a moonlight glow,
I questioned my life and alter-ego,
Am I the dunderhead that had it all wrong?
Was I just a chorus in someone else’s song?
Reminiscing to the voice of an owl,
Wondering what life really meant now,
Other than surviving my own death each night,
I am incapable of separating wrong from right.
Idling along the highway so grey,
I watched as the reaper took his life away,
Caught up in traffic without any flow,
The ambulance left with nowhere to go.
That day I’d worn a suit like a senator,
Living the dream to be a cash generator,
Climbing corporate walls to climb out of the gutter,
These elusive heights turning me into a nutter.
Foul stench of the land drifting upwind,
Falling from man and his infernal sin,
I continued to wipe the dried salt from my eye,
With memories fading of that time passing by.
With the crowd I abscond from the dream,
Into a reality that’s virtually unseen,
Submitting myself to now live with the hoards,
I wrapped my torn wrists from where blood poured.
(c)2016 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2016
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