In Another Dimension

There’s a place, a space Parallel to ours I wear the same face Have the same shoe size But I wear fancier duds It's a suit and tie My hair is short, not long I’m not sad there, I’m smiling There must be no one to beware of When I look in the mirror I can kinda see him there Staring back at me, somehow, I can tell We don’t believe in God Or heaven and hell My vocation, my education Is just beyond my comprehension What is it that I do, exactly In that other dimension A world without war Where people live without fear Without wheels, or tears No one seems to cry I can only wonder why No TV, or phones smarter than me I’m still old but younger Younger than here, anyway I don’t walk with a limp, or carry a cane I seem a little less insane I can see a toothbrush On the bathroom sink Hygiene is just as important As it is here I probably don’t stink as much As I do here Even though I don’t see any deodorant Like I have here I’m all clean shaven Not like here with my beard But I'm not seeing any razor either, there I can only wonder what I’m thinking Or what I dreamt the night before Who is this guy? Staring back at me Who does he see; does he even see me here? Perhaps he can’t He’s got his mind intact Not like me whose sanity is packed Tightly around my neck Making it hard for me to breath He seems so much more at ease Perhaps there is no disease there, either Behind him, I can barely make out That there’s a picture hanging there A painting, of course, they have artists too Of course they do, of course they do I think it’s a family portrait So, he’s not alone, like me He looks so strong and confident No glasses resting on his nose No wrinkles on his forehead He doesn’t have a pierced left ear His head is slightly tilted, perhaps it’s on his right I can also see a clock I can almost hear it ticking Away time, my mind, my heart