I just want the delicate breeze
To lend me a butterfly kiss
And carry away the gloom from the afternoon.
These cloudscapes are way too tempting
They make me want to float with them
But I am doomed with logic and limits
And left with mediocre alternatives.
Then I step into streetscapes
Out of my midday discomfort
I trace the graffiti and picturesque walls
Searching for signs of paradise, but I fail miserably.
I sprint across moonscapes
They aren’t appeasing, they don’t suffice
In letting me witness how a moonbow is casted
Or providing a guiding light towards home.
So I rely on dreamscapes
To dream within a dream may not be
A random act of escapism after all
At least I get to adjust what I envision.