confront the dream within anxiety

Stressed out he lies, on a bed deep in thought, about nothing

When subjective answers decide one’s choice, the choice being a black or white 'objective', a binary flip flop

The unfairness of the system, the final judgment : A make or break, leaving one with an 'ah' or rather an 'oh' with exclamations

Lying, he keeps lying. What will he do, getting up?

Another day in that place where one looks into a screen, involved in a maddening fetish where
one finds those objects facing each other who just cannot stand each other’s face

He will be late for the bus, He will have to rush through a hurried breakfast, The auto rickshaw would make haste, He will be denied a look at that school girl, at that 9’o’clock rose

Even the summer sunlight has found its way through the curtains so early, Even in its morning softness, glaring at you, as you wake up

Living that shipwrecked dream, The dream to start all dreams, The dream to end all dreams
Still unfulfilled, uncertain the dream

The dream which causes the anxiety, The dream infected by pathogenic schizophrenic anxiety
a part of you - this anxiety, it came , stuck and stayed creating an anthill, a spider's web, a viral network

A whole new day that dream and that anxiety, eating and filling the time in the mind, within and between its perspiration, broccoli food, scampering feet watching out for the dog poodle, the noise of wordy people car horns, and dizzying bikes

goes to bed again, hearing a lullaby on a Windows Media Player to confront the dream within anxiety and the anxiety within dream yet again