Dreams (6/1/2010)

I'm living my days in a blur
as colour rushes by
and time ticks away.

I'm living my days in a blur
where sun and rain
comes and goes like the occasional breeze.

I'm living my days in a blur
as music after music
spiral into my ears
and gets all lost in my dreamy head.

I'm living these days in a blur
hoping that someday
will come soon-
where life resumes its footing.

But isn't it better to live in dreamy days
where freedom comes in sheer abundance
and time exists in another dimension?
Why want to wake up from a dream-like reality?

Because
if life was a dream
dreams cannot take flight
as they lie dormant in the veils of blurry mist

And we would be
as someone said:
"a broken-winged bird that cannot fly"...