I Dream With My Eyes Open

If only I had enough time in hands,

I’d follow all my passions and dreams that otherwise, got lost,

In the rush and race of leaving the world behind and outshine.

When I looked back, I realized,

My family, friends, hobbies, and fantasies,

Were chained-up in the shackles of darkness.

The darkness that blinded my vision,

The darkness that ate-up my only desires.

That is when it hit my head,

Have I come far enough to never return?

Or is this a revelation from up and above?

To put me on the “right” track,

To keep the memories frozen in my head and snatch back from time, all that I ever had.

Proverbs sound unreal and idealistic, most of the times.

But, there is indeed much veracity in the fact, 

It is never too late to hit the “re-start button”, of your tab.

Now, I’ve got all the time in the world to retrieve what was lost.

To wind me back together, and weave that tapestry in my head.

So just grab that microphone, pen, paint-brush or a ball,

Eat, paint, play or merely sleep,

Look hard for the “inward eye”,

Sit back and relax, let it rewind.

And my only wish was granted, “If only I had enough time…”!