Daydream and days to dream.

Days lost to wonder.

Days left, I wonder. Where the time has gone, to thought, I wander the streets of my dreams.

In that place between wake and sleep where visions fill your eyes, superseding dull droll reality in favor of frivolity and time spent well in places we wish we were.

Not sitting at work. Not in carline or the commute. Not listening to the same old story told over and over again, or worse, ignored for a phone and someone they rather you were.


In dreams of day fancy you take flight. Caring not for what

Let none take from you your idle wonder and wander. For they care not one whit what

Be brave and fight the battles in your head. Rave and rail against for and those thought friend, but carry it not back to the wakeful world.

Leave it.