Your World

I do not enjoy it,
to measure myself in what I own
though I often do in what I owe.
Life demands debt-payments.

It's tragic.
Childhood's magic
Wasted on Youth.
Old age lived in fear.

Heart wants to run away
to fictional places
You cannot dream of
trapped in your world of things.

I have often imagined it.
Green fields and high mountains
babbling brooks.
like a song from Erasure.

A house made of paper.
Stormy nights,
thunder and rainfall
and then a peaceful sleep.

Deers leap.
As I walk to gather flowers.
Knowing all is good
we can enjoy this place.

It's a relief.
There will be no visitors
save animals and plants at tea time
in my Japanese tea-house.

Why do you call back?
Offer to tie me in human bondage
in love, devotion.
Words that mean nothing to me.

Don't follow me.
Your fake world has no appeal.
Cars. Malls. Televisions.
People with sparkling teeth telling lies all day.

Love it.
Worship it.
I don't care.
But you may.

Your world is yours
it is your ego.
Boring holes in the sky, it climbs.
It has no place for the living.