The dreams of fantasizing resides the truant adore,
Of a temptation miles long.
Slithering on a jump-board cliffed from one shore.
Beliefs and ‘stitions cuddled under the stampede
Of the imaginations’ kaleidoscope,
Transient shadows carving shapes
Through ecliptic proportions that can never reborn.
The flims of the moment urges the tinge desire
To behold and worship The Power;
The Power to manifest.
Manifest dreams into reality.
The blind can feel it,
Till it gets conserved
Or consumes the being.
Reality is what haunts them.
The depths shoveled out from the gaping wounds,
Leave them too tired even to lift up
The tool of their desires.
For them: “Reach the Power
And remember to return back!”
See their faces from yet a new surface.
— a somnambulist’s reality.
Off it goes…
Or land it be.