My life is a dream
A soft, hazy, misty dream.
It smiles and sings and wafts within
It ebbs and flows in a silver stream.
My life is devoid of all things real
Love and laughter my souls’ meal.
I feel unfit for its outwardly skin
My heart; it hums with happiness surreal.
From this dream, then why to awaken,
To harsh reality why be taken?
When a life beautiful is lived away from the din
Blissfully unaware, yet wise and unshaken.
