The colours on the canvas fade slowly
As the winds of life erode the surface
Of my our imaginary worlds
Those worlds that are made and destroyed
By wills and fancies – ironically not mine!
For solace we can fall back on Karma,
Honestly where will civilizations be
if not for these philosophies?
Well, for some, dreams are like bubble wrap,
Meant less for nurturing, more for bursting
Either for the pleasure of others
Or for ourselves, as we have nothing better to do!
But thanks to those fancies we beggars can ride once in a while.