Actually Dreaming

A distant sound calling me
I struggle to remain a refugee
Wishing to linger in this space
Perfect life with everything in place
All desires and needs met
No financial nor karmic debt
My utopia begins to haze
Pulled more strongly from my daze
Hand stretched out in futile grasp
Fighting hard to keep my clasp
On a world sought after
Filled with love, joy and laughter
My bubble suddenly explodes
Remnants of my dream erodes
Flung back into reality
Again, atoss on the stormy sea
A gentle thought takes root
It’s time to chase in hot pursuit
This flight of fancy slumber existence
Bring it and actuality to consistence

Debbie Gravett © 2018.11.03

FOWC: Snooze
Image by Pixabay/kellepics

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