Do you sometimes feel
that your life is just a dream?
A very real daydream,
like the one you used to have
as a kid lying under a tree
in the backyard of your parents house?
When you dreamt about your life,
married to a handsome stranger,
sharing naked kisses in the darkness
under the rays of the full moon.
In a house that is your own,
where there is no need to heed
the clock that’s silent on the wall.
And in this dream you go to work,
confident, exuding trust,
and with self-assurance move
around your scope of influence,
while your quiet energy transfers
to the people that you touch.
And you wander in a store
without timetable or goal,
and the basket starts to fill
with just wants, so whimsical.
And you stand at the cashier,
on your lips there plays a smile,
as your mind’s already home,
a soft nuzzling at your neck
prompted by delightful scent.
Then it’s time to go to school
to collect your ‘little one’,
and you see the young eyes watching,
a touch of envy in their eyes,
as they see the grown-up, free,
in the red car without roof.
And their eyes become unfocused,
as you fade from what they see,
and it’s you who now becomes
a little part of their daydream
Every day could be like this
without boredom, without dread,
if you look at it through eyes
of your dreams realized instead.