It starts off as an ordinary day, <br />four alarms ring at fifteen minute intervals and I lay <br />there half awake between thought and dream. <br />Like a maid or mother she knocks loudly on the door... <br />'Wake up it's late! ' <br />And truly it was- the dream had died till another night, <br />a species extinct in the world of thought.No habitat <br />on waking hours for this creature of the night, <br />so he hides himself as an imperfect plan <br />or fleeting memory. Big bird clipped of its wings <br />and forced to play a chicken. An alien tormented <br />by unknowing consciousness. Sad that a father <br />should forget his son, and call him madness <br />when he speaks. This house; this mind <br />should be enough for both, but choice <br />brings the bias and one-sided path <br />that leads to forgetfulness, <br />and the justification they call 'growing up'. <br />As if adults do not dream. <br />'I'm awake! ', I scream. <br />How false, how foul that I should rise up today, <br />no better a man than I was yesterday.<br /><br />Nkululeko Mdudu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awake-27/
