..Unending........ Poem by Zackory Kzeminski

Once again i slip out of consciousness into the dream realm
a world in which everything and anything is possible
a place where the ending becomes the unending
and a place where life seems like fantasy and the dream is more like a
reality

Once again i fall back into the once thought dream
you know the one........
the one where you have the money, the cars, the houses, and the girl
yeah the one where i'm the dirt broke homeless guy who happens across a duffel bag full of green

And once again i awaken to find myself searching frantically all over for a stash of coin that doesn't exist
yea the unending hell hole life i lead in which nothing happens as i plan for things to go

As i slip into the unknown void of the subconscious
the unending life where i have everything and nothing at all
as the unending cycle continues to initiate a life of forgotten
illness
as the unending dreams drag me from time and place to no-where at all

It's an endless pattern.........an Unending cyclone of sadness, and joy
.........................Unending....................................