Scattered racing thoughts
Like scattered papers on my desk
Roam between the fragments
Of my scrambled brains
Reality set off on a sprint
I just saw her standing around the corner
A couple of days ago
What incited this spur?
Why the rush?
Reality is endless
Why did she feel the urge to knock on my door right now?
Why is she pulling my feet back down?
Reality, give me a break
I will come back to you unhurriedly
When my dream fades away …