Social Dyslexia

The ocean of life, enriched, Then drained. I wish I could have.. My life, full of unfinished ventures. I never explored the wonderland, Through the fog of my confusion and Ended up smiling in the mirror. The only true friend shimmering back, He twinkles from my heart, Into the lucid environment of the languid. Where’s my ambition? I ask. In the hands of the sacrificial lamb, Reflecting out of windows. Unhappy With myself. Falling apart; my bone And flesh. Mentally mercurial. There Is no point, I find as Shakespeare wags a knowing finger. The mighty hawk, reduced, Now, to austerity plus the fear of the posterity as it Struggles, wheezes because the stairs Are too exhausting. The opaque Elevator fails to work under These Conditions. Bing: “next floor demise”. I can run, free as far as I can figure, With the streaming winds, breathing New life into the bingo wings of my soul, Crashing into darkness, drinking A coke and a knowing grimace Welded onto the contours of my face.