In Another Dimension
There’s a place, a space
Parallel to ours
I wear the same face
Have the same shoe size
But I wear fancier duds
It's a suit and tie
My hair is short, not long
I’m not sad there, I’m smiling
There must be no one to beware of
When I look in the mirror
I can kinda see him there
Staring back at me, somehow, I can tell
We don’t believe in God
Or heaven and hell
My vocation, my education
Is just beyond my comprehension
What is it that I do, exactly
In that other dimension
A world without war
Where people live without fear
Without wheels, or tears
No one seems to cry
I can only wonder why
No TV, or phones smarter than me
I’m still old but younger
Younger than here, anyway
I don’t walk with a limp, or carry a cane
I seem a little less insane
I can see a toothbrush
On the bathroom sink
Hygiene is just as important
As it is here
I probably don’t stink as much
As I do here
Even though I don’t see any deodorant
Like I have here
I’m all clean shaven
Not like here with my beard
But I'm not seeing any razor either, there
I can only wonder what I’m thinking
Or what I dreamt the night before
Who is this guy? Staring back at me
Who does he see; does he even see me here?
Perhaps he can’t
He’s got his mind intact
Not like me whose sanity is packed
Tightly around my neck
Making it hard for me to breath
He seems so much more at ease
Perhaps there is no disease there, either
Behind him, I can barely make out
That there’s a picture hanging there
A painting, of course, they have artists too
Of course they do, of course they do
I think it’s a family portrait
So, he’s not alone, like me
He looks so strong and confident
No glasses resting on his nose
No wrinkles on his forehead
He doesn’t have a pierced left ear
His head is slightly tilted, perhaps it’s on his right
I can also see a clock
I can almost hear it ticking
Away time, my mind, my heart
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Benjamin Bartley
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