Musings

I sometimes take off, to an abstract plane of thoughts and moods,
Often tired with the burdens of man-made realities.
Seemingly in a state of trance,
I ponder the impossibles and drift in the clouds of probabilities.
A strange escape that releases me from the shackles of mortality,
Is the amalgamation of my sense and mind into a journey of sensuality.
I am truly alive, only when I forget there's still work to be done,
And instead live my moment as it exist in this state I call fantasy.