Dream Sister

I never travel round that much
though I dream about going somewhere.
I've moved to this place and I've moved to that
but I always stay put when I get there.
I brace myself for another bout
of boredom late 'till the lights go out and my

dream sister comes round again
telling tales of another land.
Her skin is tanned and her feet are blistered,
but I'm still stuck in my room again
mister.

I do the laundry and rewind my tapes,
I do all of the things that you do.
Go to the library, renew my books
while she sails to Te Awa Mutu.
I meditate on the sacred route
'till the ceiling blurs and the lights go out and my

dream sister comes round again
telling tales of another land.
Her skin is tanned and her feet are blistered
but I'm still stuck in my room again
mister.

With a traveller's mug and a couple of books
and some second hand clothes
she can find her way there
and she's got a few friends
wherever she goes
and I like to imagine with pride
that I could do the same if I tried
but we all know I'm much too lazy
and anyway, I like it inside.

The sun comes up on the temple bells
like a diamond dreamed by a jeweler.
It's darker here as I ask some guy
if he wants to pay for his crueller
but I've got no reason to sit and pout
'cause I'll hear all about it when the lights go out
and my
dream sister comes round again
telling tales of another land.
Her skin is tanned and her feet are blistered
but I'm still stuck in my room again
mister.


copyright by Colin Halyk, 2000

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