Too Real To Be True

Spots of colour-red and blue
Against a background dark
A lightning bolt-a marathon scene
An athlete on his mark.

A warm and fuzzy cup of coffee
And a box of chocolates
A boring lecture of mathematics
An astrologer reading fates.

A ship of pirates sailing across
The Atlantic in a deadly storm
Little Jenny so happy on her swing
Her grey eyes and maiden form.

A report card and a stack of new books
Two estranged lovers, who died
A monk experiencing nothingness
The witness in court, who lied.

Hitchhikers taking a lift to the
Beautiful lake across the plain
The old man on his favourite spot
On the park bench in the next lane.

A soothing touch, a fleeting kiss
A warmth so infinite
The pink moon that glorified my days
The dusky sun shining in my nights.

My flying room with dragon wings
And my pet lion, Roar
Traveling to Mars and the future
And the next galaxy's core.

And to meet new aliens, people and beings
To learn the wonders of the stars awake
To make sense of my feeble life
What difference can I really make?

All fragments of my imagination
Existing in this minuscule mind
This universe and void of my "dreams"
This red-blue-black... REWIND.