I want to be a lizzard.
On a rock,  somewhere warm.
Torn up pretty bad.
With limbs too lazy
Or stupid to heal.
Eyes slowly squinting 
At the dusty erruption of
Colour in a forgotten desert,
Somewhere warm.
I want a tiny pain,
Somewhere in the back
Of my reptilian brain.
Small enough as to remain
Undefinable,
Yet ever present ,so that
You never stop trying 
To define it, diagnose it,
Deal with it.
Come to think of it
I think i"m close to
  Achieving it.
It"s a shame that every
Other dream has proven
Troublesome.  


But what do lizzards care for dreaming...  



                             ....Half a tail just grew back...