In one instant a beautiful, expansive dream.
An unlimited and imaginative dream. Ethereal, perfect.
The next instant, all stops.
Arrested by the morning radio.
Chatter, opinions, news, traffic.
People taking sides. People voicing their ire.
That's awful, I'm outraged. He should be strung up.
Rage, wrath, anger.
For a moment, true consciousness.
For a second, maybe more, a happy place and time.
A second in which I moved freely, thought freely and acted, free.
Unafraid. Confident. Comfortable.
"Nine dead in hot air balloon accident."
"Fuel prices on the rise again."
"Hospital near you closing down."
"Eat breakfast and you die."
Welcome back!
It could be you next time...
Don't be afraid. Just do as you're told.
Be where you should be.
Thanks, but I'll stay in my dream.
I have unfinished business.
Like how to describe the cool fine sand under my feet.
Or the warm evening sun on my shoulders, as I stroll.
I'm not really here, I'm really out there.
I'm out there, everywhere, not here.
