Sweet Dreams

And now I try to close my eyes, to rest, to sleep, to fantasise.

Slowly I drift to this magical place, where all the world knows my face, where images captured throughout the day live in a vibrant stunning display.

The waking world is left behind,The judgement, the reason, the earthly binds.

In this place I crave to stay, to experience all, to frolic, to play.

Slowly then I feel the pull, the jarring movement, the raging bull. Reality calls and it's coming for me, no more stillness, no bliss, no peace for free.

Once more In my body I feel my soul stretching, pining, grasping to go, go back to that world that was coldly stripped away, back to that place where we're free to play.

It's often said that our dreams inform our fate, but we never find out until its too late.