My Life

My life is a dream in which I see

A world that’s filled with fantasies:

A dream of bliss and tragedy;

Of sorrows, joys and ecstasies.

This dream’s a dream in which I flee,

To some unknown land in desperate haste:

A land that’s full of mystery;

A land whose fruits I long to taste.

My journey’s endless and awfully hard;

My feet are sore and head does ache:

From turning back I am debarred;

For should I, then my life’s at stake.

On this lonely road a soul I meet,

And am glad for warmth and company:

A traveler as I, with weary feet,

In whom I hope for sympathy.

But as night does fall, we reach a fork;

A point at which we have to part:

I’m alone again as an owl does mock

My wretched state and fearful heart.

This departing soul, my eyes I strain

To watch its vision fast fade away;

Now with outstretched arms I cry in vain;

And from this horrid dream to awake I pray.

Eric Anthony Trott

November 1983