Stress induced release
from sanity, trapped
behind the drawing
of the looking glass.
The kind of release that I’m looking for
I grew out of long ago.
My dreams are pinned in my chest,
swallowed down like restless butterflies.
And when your ambitions become burdens
it’s numbness.
All too aware of the here and now
and the never again dreams.
Each year is a nail in my soul
enslaving me to reality.
Even drug induced mind expansions
leave me gasping with anxiety.
They slam my face into the gravel strewn pavement of reality.
Look, they say, look at what’s around you.
All I want is to close my eyes
and find myself
in the past,
so ethereal
and intangible:
happiness.
The Never Again Dreams
