Beeps In The Mind

Near the bosom of that mind locking place, The breeze truthing things I longed to hear, My mind dashed to the unreal, With a pain so severe that of a bird in a cage. I should leave the place soon, To be in another zone of time, She reminded. I would rather tie my thoughts on you, To wander along with you, Taking hold of the time zone you own; Real or unreal, I whispered. Let me take a little delight, In the moment I am in, Realising the realness of the unreal, Before I get woken up by my busy self.