Sometimes I dream of leaving here, and traveling to the wild.
Sadly, I wake to find I am not a child, my mind is beguiled.
Suddenly my journey traveling through the unknown, becomes me checking the time on my phone.
Instead of mystical kings, and thrones….. My reality is rush hour traffic & mobile phones.
Instead of wildebeest and kangaroos, I have unpaid bills & outlook blue….As I think deeply, I suddenly reach a conclusion. What if my reality, is another’s illusion.
When I see black, they see grey. I say hello today, but they wont respond till may.
The type of person you want to leave, but they insist to stay.
All is possible when its night; no longer day.