What if the only motive none noticed,
Was to maintain, and conform,
An actual escape from the gravity
That pulls us up until dreams
Lay face down on unstable pavement.
All we need is excuse; reason to hide abuse
Of this still dragging through last week.
Screens, clocks, nail bitters on t.v.
Are too real for us.
Enough to burry ourselves
And inside out at that.
Sing a song for today’s theme.
Escape tomorrow, sleep well
We are today’s dream.