A continuation of "Sleep."


Chase

You wake up in that strange haze again;
Everyone hustling and bustling in their seats,
In the aisles.
We have landed on the tarmac of whatever destination I can imagine.
Pack up your stuff and get off that A380.
You've got to go and find whatever it is that you're chasing
With whatever energy you have left.
That problem
of a problem
of a problem
that seems impossible to fix.
And now I've been gone for so long, I don't even know what home is anymore.
Was home the duplex at 189 West Plumstead Avenue?
Was it the house in Brighton where I lived during the school year?
Or was it a utopia I had built in my dreams to escape reality,
While the 747, A340, 757 was going 600 miles an hour?
And that song about the world collapsing right before your eyes plays
over and
over and
over again.
Just enough energy to get yourself off that plane,
through passport control, security,
"Flight LH 426, gate change to C16,"
And over to the next gate.
But now, it's just a matter of time before my world-
My reality-
Will collapse.
And we can start this chase all
over
again.



Words by kata
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Written on 2011-10-29 at 19:42

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