I slipped into a reverie of idle pleasant hours
Lost in my daydreaming
To stop and smell all the lovely flowers
Gently renew
My inner being

All those idle hours turned into days and years
Suddenly found myself on a course
Retreating from reality and everything, I fear
To escape from all pain
And remorse

My reverie was meant for only contemplation
Time for rest and pondering
Yet became an existence of a mind vacation
A simple way to escape
Life’s true reality

Although my world was full of lovely flowers
I no longer grew
I could breathe the scent for hours
Yet to myself
Was no longer true