7/24/08, 12:45 AM

Something like a bad dream
Carries around on my shoulder
It is weightless
And I don't always notice its presence.
Every once and a while it whispers
in my ear
But no one sees it
Every once and a while it screams
Jumping up and down
But no one hears it.
Sometimes it will pop up in my face
And look me right in the eye
sinking me down to its level
But mostly
I don't notice that it's there
I walk around in "reality"
Where life is happy
But with one turn of the head
It is gone.
Something like a bad dream
Sits and waits on my shoulder
for me to turn my head
and look around
wondering how I go here
for me to remember
that it is there
it has not gone away
no matter how much I ignore it
it will never go away
Something like a bad dream
lies in wait on my shoulder
for me to decide:
Which is truth:
The present
or the past?