when dreams become my reality i start to loose my grip
i prefer that world filled with magic and never ending stories

last night was one
i met someone who worried about me, even when he didnt know me
even when he was elsewhere, going about his life,
he took time to talk, to question, to listen

it was filled with people from the past, and some from the present
it was part of the fantasy i wish upon every night


filled with questions that have no answer, i need to make a decision
i thought i had figured it out...but it turns out its sunday...
means you dont work today...

my decision was made for me i guess