Flying without wings
Cruising without cruise
Running without legs
Working without hands
Viewing without eyes
Hearing without ears
Yelling without voice
Tasting without tongue
Soul on stroll in stealth
Skipping from asylum
In pursuit of pleasure
Mid-way in slumber
Away from routine
On its delight subtle shuttle
Weaving reams of dreams
That seldom creamed out true
Written off at dawn of the day