I thought, as I went to bed,
I thought I was heading toward the exit.
But I sleep in a room without a door,
Without a window and filled with mirrors
And the sound of rain; falling from the face
Of someone I can't remember buried in a well.

I'm beginning to think this will never end.
I fall asleep and my dream of going
To meet someone new turns to a nightmare
In which a hundred buses are coming at once
While I'm fumbling to find the right change...
There is no change.

Maybe I'll buy a car or a motorbike and learn to drive.
i really enjoyed this.
i thought the idea/image(s) in the first stanza was great.
the whole idea behind the piece really intrigued me. i wish i could say/help more...
if i think of anything else to say i'll come back, but i really like it the way it is at the moment.
if you get a chance to look at the second one in my sig, i'd appreciate it.
Welcome back, sir.

"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching