Reality Bites

by

Doug Larson

Funny thing, reality.
It can wash over your skin
warm sunshine and rainbows
blissful contentment and wellness
then slap your face
cold steak on the cheek
bloody smears as rouge.
-
Dreams are less fickle.
You close your eyes
fantasize
supersize
your controlled imagination
the only speed limit posted
the superhighway of your enchanted thought.
-
When dreams end
we put them safely away
precious toys
to be played with again
or rewound
replayed
endless mobius loops
sugar-frosted to suit the moment.
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But therein lies the twist.
The two-edged sword.
Our dreams are not satisfied
and growl with hunger
yearning for a sip
a nibble
a bite of reality.
They light us up
from the inside out
more alive
than we ever were before
and hungrier
than we would ever have been
without them.
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To live, then
we must eat our dreams
as placebo meals
whetting our appetites
for reality bites;
the authenticity
of this
our daily bread.

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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