Hideout

I dream of dreams

in this hideout by the sea,

somewhere just between the

living and the dead,

cool, sweet dreams

where the final breath

waits no more;

time runs down,

final destinations no closer

than they were the day before,

answers slip away,

questions no longer matter,

all the thoughts,

all the memories,

undecided,

undetermined;

meaningless;

I can go to this dark place

but I would prefer not,

I have tasted privilege and wealth,

stood on its shore,

walked its path,

seen its hypocrisy,

swallowed its inequity;

choked on its bitterness;

time to go.

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