I once dreamed of a single plained terrain
bicycles with one gear [and baskets for E.T.]
open toed sandals floating on pedals
hippie hair blowin in the wind
parasols—intoxicated eyes
barely clothed—living nakedly
I came with a dream to run free from the world
spent 27 years in a rehab course
in front of the board
I was offered a choice
to keep running laps, year after year
to treadmill sprint, to the end of the line
to run in a circle for the rest of my life
idling hard, till my lungs go dry
to wake up to white walls
recalling my dreams
piecing together what memories mean
confusing transitions
questionable steps
people with [out] origins
from no [every] where at all
I wake up every day
[the what and the why]
no closer
[excuses and blame]
to my dreams
[where have you gone?]
still seeking
[the starry mountain and its fading arc]
still grasping
[Andy Dufresne on a Mexican beach]
still analyzing
[take the muzzle off the dog]
still running
[let him off of his leash]
from them / to them
[…until the finish line]