You may be able to live in a world where routine steal your days and surviving hide your dreams and desires.
I cannot stay immobile.
My mind won’t let living escape my true destination.
To live, for I, is to plant my world deep in imagination with reality my last resort.
A distraction for now is what it plays, temporarily residing as a visitor.
My, my, my…
Fantasy will be my soul till grave.
Lost was I in the midst of clouds and storms, with expectation and responsibility pulling me here and there.
Finding myself, I land in a bed full of possibilities.
Let me dream.
Let me be.
Watch me go and see me flow.
Among the balance of good and bad I shall devour the world.