as i close my eyes <br />a blackhole looms <br />this inner world <br />a torment it brings <br />how far does it goes <br />each night as i sleep <br />where do i journey to <br />this dark realm <br />which for forty-five years <br />i have travelled each night <br />never reaching any place <br />sometimes it throws a dream <br />a dream where i am <br />but somebody different from i am <br />talking like an indian <br />sometimes it throws a dream <br />a dream where mom <br />keeps so quiet <br />in a never seen house <br />so much grander <br />yes, as i live on <br />i travel each night <br />in a black hoe <br />ticking away to a foreign land <br />year after year <br />a land which i could not grasp <br />but accept it with each of my breath <br />time keeps ticking away <br />each second, a second <br />nearer to the day of death <br />where perhaps i would continue <br />in this journey in the blackhoe <br />and perhaps find light in it <br />in two worlds <br />i travel, consciously <br />and subconsciously <br />in a ship that i control <br />and being controlled <br />the master and also the slave <br />i look into the night sky <br />and realise that <br />in this trip i am but <br />an observer of <br />a real world and imagined <br />a film where i partake <br />each day with no known script <br />i consider myself the greatest actor in this case <br />enacting each scene <br />with a full heart and soul <br />pain and all <br />perhaps somewhere out there <br />someone out there <br />is enjoying it all <br />the fact that i control as well as <br />is controlled by my own life, cells....<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-within-a-dream-3/
