poem n.

I always dream of that infinite blue skyline
with creamy clouds spreading all over it
like pieces of cotton candy slime flowing
in a river full of crystal clear blue gems.
One day, I would lie down on the sand or
underneath the shade of a big green tree
and there it is, that gorgeous blue sky and
those chubby fluffy clouds lazily floating
just for me to see and to smile about.
I know that one day, I would leave
not only this place but any others
It's terrifying thinking of the word
'forever'...well, there's no such thing.
This life, this body, this stream of thoughts
and feelings are all temporary. But even so,
temporary should have meanings,
don't you think? Not the kind of meanings
that everyone tries to plan into your head,
but the ones that actually means things
to you, the ones that you long for and belong to.
In my case, it probably is, to leave.
I think, that's where I belong to: leaving
- for many batches of new fresh air,
for several foreign pieces of land,
for expensive or pure dreamy night skies,
for quiet rivers that whisper jazz and colors
but anything, anything, but to leave,
that's what I'm craving for. And if you ask,
no it's not just about travelling but
to slow down and have a life in
A, B, C and Z, to taste it in the way
you dream to taste it, and to not ever
forgetting what you truly want or worse,
moulding yourself into this 'template'
that the society has given you. Oh well,
that was just a reminder to myself of
what my wild dream is about. So,
what is your dream?