Sometimes, I wish that I could fly away
To distant lands only fancied in dreams;
To dreamy places, I’d be led astray;
To worlds that fair fantastical extremes.
Sometimes, I think the sky is comical,
With capricious breezes that feel unreal;
With fluffy clouds, so very whimsical;
With silky wings, complete contrast to steel.
Sometimes, I feel my thoughts are tangible,
That perception becomes reality;
That my mind forges objects palpable;
That what is fake appears so real to me.
Sometimes, I wish mirages distended.
Sometimes, I wish daydreams never ended.