Monday, 23 April 2018

to reap the rewards of a rat race

 oh! to be spoilt by the 'unhurry', the leisurely mind 'dead' of thought
completely lost to the non-demand of ones surrounding.
captured by the solitude and comfort of ones self.
a euphoric dizziness of non action.
aaaah...the sounds of a breeze to rustle the spread of the vista before my long gaze.
how in love with the freedom to escape, with no diary to keep nor meeting to attend. 
what fantasies play and tease the serene mind...dare one wish a space like this...?
to call ones own?
why not...why not reap the rewards of the rat race and consider a fantasy into reality?

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