Dreams
"All that we see or seem,
Is but a dream within a dream"
-Edgar Allan Poe
"All that we see or seem,
Is but a dream within a dream"
-Edgar Allan Poe
FICTION
The world fades away. So slow.
That I don't notice. As I go,
To another one. More real.
Than what I can see or smell.
Which one's true if any is?
The world of schools and jobs and bills?
Or these papers I now hold,
And this story I’m being told?
Here, I can't see or hear. Taste or smell.
But I can feel it all. All so well.
Which makes it so hard to tell,
Which one, if any, is real.
GOODNIGHT
Sleep fairy please come to me,
Rock me to your lullaby
Fly me to dreams far away,
I want to roam and go astray.
For I am tired of the day,
Of merely looking at the sky,
Without the wings to fly up high.
Drop me at the valley of sleep,
Let me have my share of peace.
Mornings are mundane,
Blinding sunlight,
Reflecting from skyrises,
And humans like ants,
Walking in lines,
Shirts tucked,
Shoes polished.
"Good morning!"
"How do you do?"
Then off to their cubicles,
To sit and sit,
And stare at screens,
Then call it a day,
Oh, what a waste!
But look at the nights,
With it's colourful lights,
Always young for the young.
Listen to them laugh,
Walking arm in arm,
Joking silly jokes,
Bathing in fine wine.
Drunk and high,
An escapade from the day,
From the boring dull days,
That eat away our brains,
Slowly but surely.
So here's to the nights,
And cheers to its children.
GOODNIGHT
Oh sleep fairy please come to me,
Rock me to your lullaby
Take me to dreams far away,
I want to roam and go astray.
For I am tired of the day,
Of merely looking at the sky,
Without the wings to fly up high.
So drop me at the valley of sleep,
Let me have my share of peace.