We breathe deeper and our pulse recedes
Our body lightens to see the possibilities
Are we consciously dreaming or are we sub consciously reasoning?
If the melancholy seems so sweet why do people avoid it so much?
We see the relativity of time
It moves but that doesn’t matter
For us everything’s still and drifts forever
There is satisfaction in the sadness and pain in the joy!
Drifting consciously, not realizing what we see and what we don’t
Reality seems more like a dream
If dreaming reality is what’s demanded of us
Is it really dreaming or is our reality invading our subconscious
If receding from that should be, is not recommended
Can we see the spiral into which our life’s descended?
Will we not indulge in the desperate happiness everyone’s in?
The normal rules don’t apply
When I stretch the boundaries to wonder why
As I indulge myself in floating my mind
Music of Pink Floyd begins to unwind
As my body feels a slow, slow shiver
I consider not making an endeavor
For the desperate happiness everyone desires
And catch a fleeting glimpse of a dream that still exists
The dream is to drift, drift endlessly
Like a coffin in the ocean and not a log in the river
Stay afloat please, the hunger’s still unsatisfied
- Anand
