TIRED OF DREAMING

I am done rehearsing life as a
perfect paradox when the curtain
of the world is down and my eyes
the mind of a perfect reality.

i dream of the perfect woman
without her recollection,until
dejavu surprised me with a replay
of her smile as we danced together
in a dimension passed reality.

i pressed pause but only to wake
up wondering of the very existence
of a dream, when i orchestrate my
memory to fit the emotions
of my desires. 

i am tired of dreaming, it's time to
move my thoughts along side the horizon
and look at the never ending surface of the
world and ride the sun rise past the doubts.


J.P.A.Domingos