The Dream
To turn my back against this circle of smog.
To walk away from it all in a silent fog.
Like the frog, difficult to perturb and concentrated in a task; I leave town.
never mind the chain, the train, T.V., ., . The race, your face, our products , or society; just endless kinhin ; over and past streets is beyond the water.
Past the homeless is with the homeless. Damn an inflection, invention of ease. The most important part of me is now at peace.
Maybe I won't have a child, but how much better that I'm finally returned to the wild?
Not looking for anything, at anything, just a part of everything.
I know it's a dream, wake to dream it up again.
Copyright © Adam G. | Year Posted 2014
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