Fulfilment

Tall, short, Top-model thin, 

Plump or full-figured,

Eyes of brown, grey or green,

Hair straight or curly,

Plaited, braided or puffed out afro-style

Make it flaming red

Like a saucy, sultry, southern vixen.

Escape to imagined worlds

Through the pages of a book,

Or the window

Of a computer or TV screen,

Or grab a flight on the wings

Of some catchy tune on the radio.

Go clubbing.

Party hard

And shake it till my booty drops,

Let pulsating rhythms, gyrating bodies,

Drinks that kick and psychedelic lights

Numb me mind and soul against reality.

Chatter on.

Endless, mindless drivel

Of the purest and most exclusive sort.

Let it drone on,

Drowning out the nagging feeling

Of emptiness that tugs at my shirt sleeves.

To sleep, perchance to dream...

And then perhaps to wake

And stay woke.

To seek and find

Purpose fulfilled

In the innermost parts of my being.