During the storm, before the calm,
I heard their feet, stamping over the hills
Arriving in droves. The rebel army.
Here to overthrow a lifetime of enslavement
To buying insurance and mowing the lawn
To smiling through failure and
Changing my underwear daily.
A lifetime of good behaviour and
Doing what’s best (for whom?)
But here they come. The forgotten dreams.
The squashed and crumpled bits of life,
To reclaim their native lands
I return to my home
I remove the mask and watch
As the rebels pour onto my face
And form a smile.