Dreaming Again of My Morning Routine

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Effigy
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since 2000-04-11

Posts 486
disbelief

0 posted 2000-11-13 08:52 PM

I awoke this morning to find myself dead.

It is strange how this happens to me so often.
Ah, but the deadness never stays; it is always gone
by the time I get out of bed. It’s too bad, the death that is,
I really enjoy it. Death is, you know, very relaxing.

Yet still it is all so unattainable.

So anyway off to work I go. God
I hate my job. How I ever got stuck in such
a nowhere, dead end job is beyond me.
Yet…
it’s not even just my job, it’s everything.
Damn my whole life is going nowhere, and I'm
just along for the little ride.

However, still sometimes,
after I wake up dead in the morning,
I think to myself that maybe… maybe I didn’t wake up dead.
Maybe I woke up alive. Oh the glory! The glory of maybe being alive!
Then maybe I die. I die when I get out of my bed.
Therefore this pathetic, going nowhere, job and/or
existence of mine is really not real, but some kind of hell
or at least a minor purgatory.

Yes, I guess
that thought seems feasible.

So, anyway, at night when I sleep I hope to escape
this place of endless stability.
I hope to do something different.
As I slip into yet another night of
restless sleep, I often dream of
waking up dead.

[This message has been edited by Effigy (edited 11-13-2000).]

Effigy
Member

since 2000-04-11

Posts 486
disbelief

1 posted 2000-11-14 12:11 PM

We'll try this one more time.

Daniel J D
Senior Member

since 2000-10-01

Posts 1471
Hillcrest, Queensland, Australia

2 posted 2000-11-14 01:52 AM

Effigy,
Well done.

Respond to my call and let the waves of my heart fill your life with the wonders of love
(Daniel J D)

Masked Intruder

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since 1999-05-23

Posts 1231
Near golden sunsets

3 posted 2000-11-14 01:53 AM

I always associate awakening death or vivacity to which side of the bed I get up on. If I get up rolling clockwise, then damn it's a good day and I can enjoy myself since it started out so great; I get to feel alive and refreshed and live the real things in my day. And if I get up rolling counterclockwise, then damn it's a terrible day because I smash into a three foot thick concrete wall, leaving me with a sense of loss, the kind you can only experience when you are seeing stars on top of the fogginess of morning. *grins* Thanks for the thoughtprovoking read!

Effigy
Member

since 2000-04-11

Posts 486
disbelief

4 posted 2000-11-14 12:15 PM

Thanks for your responces.

Intruder- This poem really has little to do with waking up to a bad day, or a good day.
It is about waking up to something totally different. Not waking up in a bad mood but waking up and finding yourself to be someone else. To wake up dead. To know your dead, but it for that moment seems better than life. It is more than just a bad mood.

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