DAY DREAMS 


By Nolan Moon

A relish of colors, hazy yet clear.

A swirling madness, predominately calm.

They are tag future unknown, sprinkled with visions, dusty with memories.

Could we continue without them, without the hopes of men?

Or without the inner amusement.

If their meanings are kept a secret, then they will survive.

They are the wonder drug of the mind, they lift us from sorrow, clean us from guilt,

Or lower us from egos.

They are made for our own benefit, rarely used for gain.

I'll pray I never lose, my daydreams.