Wake Up

Just because you got out of bed,

“dragged a comb across your head”,

“prepared a face to meet the faces

that you meet”, doesn’t mean you’re 

not still asleep.

You arose like magic years ago,

hit the ground running; no one

saying: “Take some time and

look around”. 

No; automatically you fit in, 

or, tried and failed…

…either way imprisoned by

comparison.

What is life at all? Did you ever

think to ask that question? 

Examination of one’s experience

is intelligence squared.

Living dead, zombified by habitual

patterns is the way most roll, 

a meat dream unrecognized

looking for a soul.