Nov 2012
I had a dream last night,
It was just the blue sky,
It lowered on to me,
Made me think I could fly,
I didn’t understand what was happening,
Somewhere I think I wouldn’t,
Then there was a rush,
A sequence of blurs familiar,
Images familiar yet new,
Why they were more colourful and brighter,
I wish I knew.
Suddenly I woke up,
And realized I was never asleep.
It was just the blue sky,
It lowered on to me,
Made me think I could fly,
I didn’t understand what was happening,
Somewhere I think I wouldn’t,
Then there was a rush,
A sequence of blurs familiar,
Images familiar yet new,
Why they were more colourful and brighter,
I wish I knew.
Suddenly I woke up,
And realized I was never asleep.
The land of imagination and absurd lies in cutting the umbilical chord between oneself and what you know, yet be near enough to draw inspiration, and to be near the source you acquired the tools with which you shall create a weave of thoughts to intrigue. (Which I never seem to be able to)
