Sometimes
I let my mind wander,
to distance places
where things don’t matter.
Where the blemishes stun
And perfections haunt.
where all insecurities scatter.
Where the sun is soft
and the flowers sweet.
Where laughter flows,
and lovers meet.
Where dreams are real,
and not for naught.
Because dreams are the truths
Life’s lies have fought.
So sometimes at night,
When the day is behind,
I sigh with relief,
to my wandering mind.
