Awake
in the
dreams
of a
former self.
I walk
in the
shadow
of an
unconscious
life.
Wearing
a self
that
no longer
fits.
Burdened
by debts
underwritten
be a child.
Collateralized
with a
life.
I renounce
this world
and its
tawdry
forms.
But it
will not
renounce
me.
Trapped
in the
dreams
of a
sleeping child.
I yearn
to live
awake.
I yearn
to be
free.
As
luck
would
have it.
I always
get what
I want.
When I
need
it.
Just
in the
nick of
time.
Sometimes
fortune
sometimes
tragedy.
I always
get what
I want.
When I
need
it.
Because
the universe
does not
waste
time.
What I
get
I always
needed.
Whatever
that may
be.
Alike
in fortune
and tragedy.
I always
get what
I want.
When I
need
it.
Just
in the
nick of
time.
Because
what
I want
I always
needed.
And
the universe
does not
waste
time.
