After a rather unhappy incident,
(Don’t bother asking me
I will not talk of it yet).
I closed my eyes
and sat in remorse
Wondering if ever, is it possible…
For just anyone, to understand…
The Plethora of dreams I have,
The variety of emotions I deal with,
The importance of the incidents, that take place,
The abundance of things I want to do.
How can I be bound to
one thing and sit still
I have just given wings
to my imagination
I have just learned to fly
I have just learned to live
and I have many more things to
Dream and do before I die.

And when I complain of this
I hear him say to me,
“Babe! you sound perpetually drunk !!
go home and grab some sleep… for me…”