Slumber
The deep slumber continues…
Why wasn’t it obvious to me?
Every action of mine is a dream,
spanning moments at times,
never stretching further into infinity.
why wasn’t it obvious to me?
One day, I am a student,
striving for a graduate degree.
Another day, I am an employee,
my work differs from my study.
Why wasn’t it obvious to me?
This one time, I am an artist,
giving life to thoughts of fantasy.
Then another time, I am a writer
writing away my mind furiously.
why wasn’t it obvious to me?
I have been a lover too,
what a lovely dream it was.
I wanted it for an eternity.
She meant the world to me.
Why wasn’t it obvious to me?
I totally forgot, the glorious scientist,
trying to decode the nature around me.
Full of vigour, intellect with passion.
I almost made a breakthrough.
Why wasn’t it obvious to me?
Now I wake to a new dream.
The lucidity eluded the illusion.
Perhaps it was so dear to me,
living those mares, escaping into worlds.
Maybe, good it was, not being obvious to me.
The deep slumber continues…
Why wasn’t it obvious to me?
