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Travel On, Travel On....

I'm travelling to the city
in my chauffeur driven,
tax-payer funded limousine.

Seated comfortably, bag on lap
I drowsily enter that glorious stupor
cheaper than LSD. 

Free,
my mind rolls, awash in a vivid mural
of half-formed daydreaming.

I am not asleep, not awake.
I am everything and nothing.
I am not awake, Not Asleep.
I am everything!

Delicious and thrilling,
this waking dream, 
It's out of control...

the dreamworld spins, 
Tearing understanding out of reach. 
Taking it away as the bus turns

the head jolts, I am back. 
reality and the familiarly ugly streets 
greet me. Was it not ever thus?

My stop is near, I .steel myself
for entry back into the real world
of mundanity, hypocrisy and singularity