daydream with me

"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours."
Bob Dylan

There is one dream I am haunted by. I can't tell you when it actually began because it feels like a part of me forever. Flowing by a momentum of my own fuelling. Time passes and it feigns dormant. I begin to picture another life. It's easier this way. I open my eyes to the simple things around me and things that are supposed to make me happy, do. But it can come out of nowhere and without any warning, as dreams often do. A stream of yellow cabs, twinkling lights illuminating the bridge, and some guy yelling "this is New York," as some guy always does. Suddenly I don't belong here...And what I really begin too question is who wants an easy life, anyway?