Daydream

Meandering memories move through my mind like a river flowing to the salty sea. Limbs stretch lazily reaching skywards like the gangling branches of an ancient tree. Standing still in the solitude of suspended time; lazily picking flowers, the hours melt away as I daydream in the field of fantasy. Flicking fancy fecklessly. The rasping of the siren in the run of the mill over the hill startles me and I am roughly returned to normality, garishly. The harsh light of day refracts its neon rays; stinging rays destroying delicious serenity. Daydream done I am returned to Hurly Burly Street, and the hurrying feet running the relentless human race. Individuality lost without a trace in the salty sea of faces; fixed expressions as they cling on to the roof strap in the hurtling underground mundane. Multitasking. Lost in the murky flow of commuter traffic which has become their life. Set me free again to daydream. Release from the race of rats we unintentionally run. I find some fun discarded in an overflowing bin and sneak it into my pocket. Around my neck a locket containing happiness and daydreams .....