Sentenced to life
On a desolate, pale shore,
Facing skies cast in obsidian core,
Encircled by a lifeless, roaring sea,
Stood a group of men, faces free,
Gazing upon heavens unchanged,
A scene ignored, unrearranged,
Familiar to them, no novelty,
A sight they’d grown used to, you see.
With white beards adorning their chin,
Eyes void of battles, hands at rest within,
Nothing to grasp their attention’s scope,
In tranquil surrender, they find solace and cope.
At night, a solitary cab they’d claim,
Dark windows veiling their silent aim,
Each departing alone, in a separate sphere,
Seeking solace on shores far from here.
In isolation, women of their desire,
Mirrored reflections, passions set afire,
Wordless, noble, in demeanor sweet,
Waiting for their lead, in devotion complete,
The women they shaped, like a looking glass,
A mirrored world, within dreams amassed.
No words exchanged, no judgments cast,
In gentle cadence, the night would pass,
Again the sun would rise, repeating the tale,
A story unchanged, as if under a spell.
But one night, an aged, enlightened sage,
In tattered robes, shattered the cage,
In dreams awoken, he saw the grand deceit,
They were prisoners here, under false heartbeat.
They stood on that beach, not as they seemed,
Inmates of their past, where their actions teemed,
Sentenced to this realm, a jail of dreams,
The truth dawned, unraveling their life’s schemes.
He returned, a lucid dreamer wise,
Memory intact as the sun would rise,
He approached the Unplugger, a figure grotesque,
Whose sole duty was to disconnect,
The lifeline from those who would depart,
A painful task for the ones with a heart.
With tearful eyes, the Unplugger confessed,
His role in this farce, the lie they possessed,
He cried for the dreamers, discovered the game,
Their awareness a burden, an emotional flame.
The dreamer pleaded, just one more day,
To retrace his steps, to find his way,
To share the truth, awaken their minds,
But silence echoed back, a world resigned.
They were already gone, beyond life’s breath,
Deadened souls, a realm of death,
Yet one final plan before sleep’s embrace,
To dream of the truth, their hiding place.
He landed in a street, shadows cascading,
Guarded cars halted, a chase unfading,
A fugitive hunted, he was the prey,
With his love by his side, they fled away.
Into a building, they sought refuge true,
In the corner of a room, an unexpected view,
A body on a bed, enclosed in tubes’ hold,
His own form, with life’s connection bold.
With a switch’s touch, the dreamer did sever,
The link to his life, the thread to endeavor,
A single act, altering reality’s seam,
The dreamer awoke, his heart’s final theme.
