Dream a little Dream

Dream a little Dream

I sit inside an untainted thought. The world moves around me. I watch, without seeing, and dream of all unreal. Thoughts jump and flinch from moment to moment; my mind wanders the planes of its vast imagination. All gold and sparkling silver. All warmth and love and adventure. Reality passes unnoticed. I have better things to attend to.

Here I reside right now, wafting in and out of so many untouched lands. They remain unburdened here by mankind’s unkind hand. Here the rolling hills and rippling brooks remain unspoiled. Excitement rules while I mingle with so many different characters, both good and bad. Time remains unfixed… moves backwards and forwards at my command. Anything can be done, redone, undone… while everything twists and folds and merges and changes on every breath… on every new wave of thought.

A siren blares. People around me speak selfish words and insincere falseness. The world carries on as normal while I choose not to live in it. At least not for this moment. As I stare and smile while life of a different kind plays vividly in my mind. I could do this forever. Just daydream. And laugh inside my mind and smile outside.

All senses come alive. Every touch sparks a new train of thought, every smell a new idea. The mind is alive and hungry. All time melts away into its’ perhaps more suited place of irrelevance. I dream and the world seems brighter. I think and the bad seems better.

A clock ticks. A voice, distant, calls my way. I wake to this. A bill. A stern impatient face. False laughter at another table. A strange smell.

I pay, I leave, I walk, I return to this world. This place we call reality. Or at least, this reality as I know it. And I carry on in the comfort that when alone again, I can escape to that other place. My other reality. And dream once more of the sweetness, the enjoyment and the excitement of my other lives waiting for me in my other parallel state of being.