Dreams Of Escaping

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Dreams, Escaping, Poems, thoughts, wishes

Do you dream of escaping
Running away, living anew
No future worries, suffering
Away from everything you ever knew

Do your dreams flow, like a river
Clear, and pristine blue
And on a boat, you sit and laze
Do such dreams make you shiver?

Do random photos of cabins in a wood
Make you want to go and stay?
Do beaches and shacks and unlimited food
Make you want to run away?

A hundred men and women to serve you
Your every wish and dream
And mansions made of marble hue
And happiness, such that you scream

But dawn awaits, and the picture’s grey
Awake, your eyes they will once again betray
Your longing, your desire, your wish to fly
And there ain’t nothing else to do but cry

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Unfulfilled Wishes…

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Poems, thoughts, wishes

Wishes locked away, fantasies bound, with twine
Paths left untrodden, for a road paved with teary brine
Comely maidens, ships laden with memories float away
Unfulfilled, their eyes beckon, yet sadden as I do not sway…

Books, with their champions invite, incite, ,invigorate, implore
They evoke deeper desires, to look danger in the eye, to explore
Yet, the comfort of a fleece blanket held more power, to debate
To question, to relinquish that delicious need to hallucinate…

And come as they may, those wonderful dreams
And flow as I might, on those rainbow streams
I’d pinch myself, unwillingly, unwittingly, once, twice
To stop myself from hoping, awaken from an unreal paradise

And I wonder why, why must that moonlight not rule,
Why must this stifling sunlight burn, this reality make me a fool?
Where I could be a king, a knight, a knave or a Khan of a far land?
Why must I suffer this reality, await every day, the hourglass’ falling sand?

Being Me

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Poem, wishes

I don’t wanna be aloof, alone,
But sometimes, that’s the best way to be
It doesn’t mean I’m all forlorn;
But sometimes I kinda miss being me

With a book or two in my hands
and with my eyes in the skies
I could spend all my days
With stories of a hundred lands

I could watch a hundred pictures
Or I could lecture on some scriptures
I could eat whatever I wanted
No fad or diet me ever haunted!

I could laugh, I could cry,
But now I can no longer fly
I see that I can no longer be
And then I miss being me…