I have to go.
And let dreams be dreams;
Believe
That what seems will never seem.
Dreams likke the smoke that flickers from the incense stick -
fragrant, sweet -
that eludes from one’s embrace.
For time is invincible,
there are things you have to leave
and fantasies
become too foolish to believe
True, that lies are our truth
and truth is but a lie
But how does one set the boundary?
How does one beseech the oracle
to tell of tales untold?
How does one escape the dungeons
that memories unfold?
It’s not because we love to sleep
that beds were made and done
But because we left the childhood
when sleep was but for none.
‘Coz children dream when they awake
And never sleep for dreaming’s sake
And as time will offer different dreams
You too, will lose that boundary
But what if one becomes a victim
of a prison time can’t break?
Will he
Will she
just stop the crime of dreaming
dreams from childhood’s play?
There is just one solution
that poets often say:
Whoever makes the law
(for most, I’d say society)
Has no power, has no say
To one devoid of sanity.
And that’s why I have to go,
I have to go away.
