theSLAYER; The Road That Never Ends.
theSLAYER; The Road That Never Ends.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
I am dreaming,
And I find myself in a big white room,
With many white shelves,
Covered in my colorful packaging,
And a sub-standard air conditioning unit.
Given the heat,
I navigate through the maze of white structures,
I find myself walking towards the translucent glass door,
And there, I see me.
It was me standing ahead of me.
I see myself walking towards cages with wheels,
And the expression on my face changes.
I start to make haste in my pace,
And walk up to behind me,
To hear what I'm listening too.
Then I wake up on a hard floor,
Being offered a nice and soft pillow.

I am dreaming,
And I'm standing under a big white tent,
With a nice orange display ahead of me.
There are many trees
(and mostly potted plants around me),
and it is freakishly warm.
In the distance ahead,
I see myself again,
This time round,
Sitting by a table,
Being the audience,
Earnestly watching and listening,
As though it is a movie screening,
Not wanting to miss any important scene.
Wanting to be embrace the moment again,
I walk towards my old self.
I then wake up,
On the same hard floor,
This time round,
I respond to a similar nudge to the leg,
And there,
Are more friends standing by the doorway,
And I know,
It's time to go home.



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