When life becomes a dream,
From which one can’t escape,
Reality a distant memory,
To which one can’t relate,
It takes a special talent,
To keep oneself in shape.
When all around have faltered,
Living up to one’s expectations,
Friends suddenly becoming strangers,
Along with forgotten relations,
It is time to set one’s sights,
On undiscovered destinations.
To search out the missing link,
That makes one’s life complete,
To exercise the flagging spirit,
Until one’s mind overcomes defeat,
To truly know oneself once more,
Turning the ebbing tide of retreat.
When one finally accepts the Karma,
That belongs to man by right,
Thoughts finding the given destiny,
Illuminated by inner sight,
One’s dream eventually touches peace,
Where life blossoms in the light.
© Paul Chafer 2014
For those with a rich fantasy world - mostly artist and poets, the creative people, like us readers, like you, for instance - where we can, for at least a little while, live in our dreams, find even love and peace there, for a little while, at least, as Confucius says, Am I a man dreaming I am a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming I am a man: or was it Buddha? Such if the life of a dreamer, I forget.