Endless days, restless nights.

Every morning is a new leaf turned over,
Every day, a new me,
Every time I step into the dawn outside,
I search, for that one place where I want to be.

Today I have chanced upon it, that place,
Clear as it was, through each of my nights,
I go lie in my garden of thought, in wonder,

As vivid as ever, the clarity, reality of each sight.

A clear blue mass overhead,
Like thought, lying still in the green,
Drawing pictures on the board, that sky,
Like a slate for the day dreams.

Breeze that fuels the fire blazing,
Upon this day, as endless it seems,
To just soak in the endless craving,
Of escape, from the mundane being.

Time seeming still, meaningless, stands to watch,
As i rest, mocking it's delicate ego,
Time, the unstoppable, stops to laugh.

If this is a dream, let me never awaken,
If this is reality, I'll sleep no more,
For I am where, I always dreamed,
Time, and life can wait, I don't intend to go.