Happy Parallels

It is eagerly that I prepare Turning out lights and undressing Setting aside the following days necessities And brushing my hair My heart dances when I see The black sheets and tossled comforter Against the matte sky peaking through my window I sit and sink Into the noisy springs And flattened pillows And almost immediately I descend into Another bed of another life In my desperate mind And it is then that I forget I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures The dull muted droll of my own life And in the blue mornings As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment Settle onto my shoulders And as before I carry on with my day Counting the seconds And blissfully dreaming Of the bed that waits for me at home

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