Bad Daydreams

 

Damn…to go back in time…

 

the sad daydream

lapsed the dull time

between the books

and a lonely morning.

 

I can't count the times

that they told me

going back in time was out

 

of the question.

 

Every time,

back then,

when I went down into my soul

I wished those judging eyes

would close.

I could never enjoy

my heart and skin

without coming across those

scary scars.

 

I want time again,

against the wall,

I want to fight again,

to decide what's null.

 

I want the imagination back again.

 

again, again, again.

 

No more of my mother's anxiety

and my father's anger…

I want her optimism

and his dreams…

I want it all again.

 

When my father looks at me

with them drunkard eyes

I will look back at him

with the guidance he always looked for.

 

When my mother holds me

in her desperation

I will hold her back

with the strength of those before us.

 

And another hour elapsed,

what a sad daydream indeed.