Idle dreams

Those moments that I have, for idle dream

I try not to spend, in what might have been

Might have been, can’t come again

I must imagine future new, or just condemn

Myself to running on the wheel

Picking at wounds that just won’t heal

Cherishing memories is great

Learning from the past the great debate

My idle dreams can help me merge, my various forms and recreate

Visions of the future, shaken and stirred

The child inside, the femme fatal, the carer,the cook,all part of this herd

My fantasies can take me away from the angst of a dreadful day

Make me smile , people my future days, where new aspirations sway

Or maybe I can just escape in a little space in time

Merge all my selves, have time sublime

Act a scene with Cary Grant, private jet to the South of France

Finding a treasure in a search, ride my magic carpet, dance and prance

Who knows what my idle dreams will be

Daydreaming happy dreams can’t you see? :)