Sleep to Escape
It was one of those dreams you wish you could remember, a fantasy fabricated by the mind so…
A cool breeze sweeps through the neighborhood,
The last leaves of fall blown to and fro
Along their unforeseen route.
Few are brought to rest in front of a quiet home,
Spattering the lawn with the remnants of Autumn color.
Remains a relentless grey,
Canvassed by clouds
Whether it is Europe’s iconic song, the time remaining until your lunch is warm, or the amount of time you’ll be stalled at a red light, our lives our full of countdowns. Every waking moment is dictated by the passage of time, each tick on the clock brings us…