‘ALL MY DREAMS PACKED, INSIDE A PLASTIC BAG’
And when I have consumed everything, to my very last desire
Most precious and valuable
Even gulped the last drop
Leaving me longing:
All I have left
is an empty shopping bag.
I look inside
Stare at the white hole
But I cannot feel what I see
Looking. Searching. Zooming, inside and outside
I am beside my subconscious
Scavenging awareness
Craving humbleness
Seeking for my consciousness
Sensing guilt
But I cannot see what I feel
I am turning, running, falling, flying
Chasing images, seeking thoughts, hunting emotions.
I am slipping on my aspirations to grasp my ideas
Clinging to a dizzy belief to capture my purpose
Hazed by a swarm of pins and needles
Can you see what I feel?
The rustling sound brushes across, like a breathless whisper
I can hear the butterflies vanishing in the horizon
I am looking high and low:
The shelves are empty
And all I have left
is a dream inside a plastic bag
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