sometimes i feel dead inside

as though my soul and spirit have wandered off

to go travel without a body to hold them down

and left this sad cadaver here

to take life on

with only romantic dreams

of adventure and freedom from the worker’s world

my soul is soaring over the mountains

smelling the wildflowers

and basking in the green light filtering through the treetops

my spirit is exploring the world

from the top of the sky to the bottom of the ocean

seeing all that there is to see, good and bad

my cadaver longs to join them

to break free of its boundaries

and take off on a fantastic journey

but i am stuck with it

sad and exhausted, dying

here, in the land of reality

dreaming those romantic dreams.