You know those day dreams that live in my head?
That take me to another place,
far away,
away from what could be in this life yet.
Their shelf life is only short term,
distracting me from the moment they’re born.
I have days where that’s all I want to be,
all completely,
up there in the hazy gaze of my day dream.
Where the wrongs can be rights,
and the weak can be strong,
defying whatever law may be here on the ground,
where we certainly belong.
All for my self-absorbed wants and needs,
who take full charge of all my many day dreams.
Pulling me far away from where I should be,
deep in the voluminous waters,
encompassing my entire being.
Distracting me in their ever changeable bodies,
that warp and wind,
into whatever my selfish heart desires.
Protecting me in their comfortable hold,
that promises me pipe-dreams and love foretold.
But only for a bit.
Once it starts it ends,
then I’m afraid that’s it.
That’s all you’ll feel,
in that short lived victory.
It doesn’t carry on into the next day or week,
or give you any sense of security.
Once it lives it dies,
under no circumstance will it survive,
or manifest into this thing people call real life.
Hay's Corner 