Repetitious Dream – 1

No Controll !!!

 

Once upon a time – long ago – an entrepreneur, my forte.

Not today !, for that is not – in the heat of the night – what dreams say.

 

They tell me, – in their surreal repetition – I was but a pawn,

in games played by landlords, clients, friends – I was drawn,

 

pushed, manipulated and shoved from dusk till dawn.

I do wonder ?, about this wonderland reality, after the setting sun.

 

Truth ?, I drag it on and on – in dream – till night is done.

This is the stuff – today, yesterday – my dreams are of’

 

and it seems – years now – there is no end, even though above

all else, – these repetitious dreams – this should not represent the way

 

life truly was for me, – in another time – during another day.

Awake, reality is – from beginning to end – we all are but pawns,

 

played by the hands of our need and by the hands of greed

as the puppet masters look on with disdain and yawns

 

at all our efforts to grow from the simplest of planted seed

in hopes that life will blossom, flower and fill our need.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

June 9^th 2005