The toothbrush is the gateway to my day
The clock, the wash, the toilet
And the meal.
The drive is the pathway to routine
The diary, the time-table, the bells
And the break
The coffee, the toilet, the meals
And the talk.
The drive is the journey back again
The meal, the toilet, the wash
And the change
The programmes, the coffee, the family
And the work
The toothbrush is the gateway to my dreams ……………
A poem about even the most routine day ending with a dream.
No matter how tedious and mundane the day is there is a mind at work in our heads. We live in a universe outside that is spectacular. The universe within our minds is equally amazing.
We set up patterns to our day and mindlessly go down the channels we have set but we are not in control of our dreams. Our mind is unleashed to conjure up all possibilities. There is no routine inside your head.