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Refugee from reality

So I’m going away again
feeling the rhythm of the train
Further out on the countryside
But in here I can hide…

I close my eyes & drift away
far away, but where I can’t say
Alone at heart, alone in my mind
Have no idea what I’m trying to find…

My daydreaming skills have really improved
since my work has put me on the move
I’m killing time & enjoying myself
But frankly, I think I need help…

I’m like a refugee from reality
Losing connection with my real life
Drifting away in my fantasy

So who am I, when I dream on
No one else but me, you know
Just a cool & foxy lady
Who likes to party hard, maybe…

I’m back in a town I already know
Same, same but different? No!
Checking in at another hotel
unpack my suitcase and then, well…

I hit the bed & stare at the ceiling
It’s late, but I know this feeling
I sigh & smile, I let it begin
A nice trip to my reality within…

I’m like a refugee from reality
Losing connection with my real life
Losing myself in my fantasy

I’m aware but I do nothing
I know I can change everything
Transform daydreaming into goals
then act to bring peace in my soul

There’s just one tiny thing…
What is it that makes my heart sing?
What is it I really wanna do?
To be honest, I haven’t got a clue…

So I still keep on dreaming
that I’m another kind of being
Still friendly, but a lot more outgoing
making friends without knowing

I don’t wanna be a refugee from reality
I wanna be in touch with my real life
But I don’t wanna lose my fantasy…




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Publicerad 2011-07-19 20:57



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