Daydream
My mind just runs away,
Into islands of escape,
Underneath big green leaves,
Beneath the falling rain.
I like to sit and dream,
A place where we can just leave,
Hold time in our hands,
To stop it, own it, move it.
But to live in such an unjust world,
It is something we may never know,
That’s why we keep flowing,
It is why we keep working.
There is nothing new under the yellow sun,
Yet we know it rises and falls.
A time we must fight for, we must labor for,
For we know they never sleep at all.
