To All Strangers

by Alex Green

I feel most me when I am asleep. Synapses recapture those dreams I traded in for greener pastures. The road I am on puts food in mouth, but no sunshine in soul. So as the sun rises another day, I am sad to awake. Not of anger for growing old. But towards the stranger who quieted my soul.

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Alex Green, author of Good Morning, is a liberal, a conservative, a realist, and a dream-deferring, self-described-in-a-box-aholic, who loves apathy, sensationalism and marginalization. (Or, he may just be a dreamer who is hoping this world changes...)