I Dream

of a world where politics, power games,
and other dialogues of the deaf
leave the oxygen in normal conversation,
and where the silence does not roar or deafen.
Where every day life has its own flow
and presence. Everything is in its place:
nothing seems like it is missing.

Then I wake up to where I am,
wishing I lived somewhere else,
or, somehow, another person. 

I cannot escape, or embrace, who I used to be.