Inside the world did exist on terms,

that as long as nothing was ever said,

the moments always remained my own,

a silent refuge with pleasantries aside.

All the dreams I had, lost in my sleep,

I’d wish to get as many hours in possible,

in order to travel such spaces, meet those

questions and confusion in my mind.

Such a refreshing notion is fantasy.

I’ll wait out the night like I do every one,

Eyes on a blank page hoping answers arrive.