Dream Machine Dream machine take me away, To the land called Yesterday. Where every problem is defused, And I shall be left un-bruised. Let me rise above the scene, To observe how things had been. Let me see each bygone smile, Let me savor this old style. I will inspect my former home, And through its’ halls I then shall roam. Like an ancient, distant womb, I will see my dear old room. All the meals I once consumed, Will be revived and then resumed. Thus completing my warm dream, Concluding this nocturnal scheme. But as I shake off the black, I know that I cannot go back. I see this dream is out of grasp, Awaking dreary with a gasp. The futures’ road is not yet clear, Yet I mustn’t wait till it appears. Though the road may look immense, Its only toll is common sense. The dream machine just gives me pause, As I review my current flaws. Though the past may seem so bright, It is not without its’ blights. So before I yearn for days, That seemed to be devoid of grays. I tell myself to stop, to halt. And take it with a grain of salt.
I like it man. The past can seem so good, but it can be easy to forget that when the past was the present, we were as unfulfilled as we are in this, current present. I like how you say not to wait for the future, nor look to the past. If we keep doing either, the unfulfilment will only continue. Gotta be here now, as the saying goes.
