Dreams

time, space, stillness, motion
emptiness, nothingness,
it’s all an illusion

bad we fear
and yearn the good
lose the present
for a could or a would

self-made prison
this tyranny of dreams
regret or break-free
simpler than it first seems

feeling lost or stuck?
just look up, you’ll see
we’re all stardust
both that pebble and me