I dream therefore I am
I dreamed of what I would be
at the age of 56 or sometime in the 2020s,
that I was in a hospital
wheel-chaired to be scanned or wired.
I saw myself, bearded, unkempt,
haggard and losing weight.
The diagnosis was so vivid,
it would be something like a
“multi-body functional disorder.” .
Whatever that meant I didn’t care.
Was I scared, afraid?
Not a bit.
As once in my life’s episode,
I ate bullets for breakfast.
I faced and felt death
right smack in my face
in so many years being
in the line of duty and call.
Those were the risks
but worth the fun
minus the cheque.
I’m still here kicking and laughing,
churning out all sorts of
crazy poems, dreaming dreams.
Then I remember
I am lucky to have a friend,
a future medic but desires to be
a scientist of the wild
itching to dissect the lives of
plants and animals.
I relayed her my dream
and implored
that if this would come true
would she be
my chosen doctor
and save my life?
Or would she be
the wildlife biologist
scouring the depths of the seas,
the recesses of
wild forests far and away,
searching a cure to add years and a day?
As for me, staying fit and healthy
is now more pressing and the only way
to stave off this madness of dream,
an omen of decay.
I know, death is just a start
of a new beginning.
I was a warrior in my past life
that explains my rebellious character.
I remain a warrior and a rebel at heart
in an endless search and journey of life,
wanting more of it, discovering both
the beauties and the beasts.
To this very day,
and many a dream away,
it is so exhilarating to see
that my new vision leads
to what I would be
in the next life and the role to play.
I saw my next self
brandishing a weapon,
a battle-scarred soldier of sort,
fending off enemies’ advances.
Would I be a hero?
Would I be another rebel?
Bon voyage… et Bon appétit.
Till my next dream comrade.
