Wishful Thinking

Far away from the hustle and bustle of life

From a chaotic run and unceasing strife

To wishful thinking on a woeful day

I dozed off to dreamland far far away

I sailed up to the sky decked with stars

And held lots of them in my hands

Then I scattered them like glowing flowers

And they formed a blanket like the sand

I sailed past clouds and burst a few of them too

Till colourful showers and fountains, they threw

I flew around with birds and sang my favourite songs

And wished that the shooting stars could change to right my wrongs

Then suddenly all illusions crashed

And out of my dreamland, I was thrown like trash

But those few hours in that world of dreams

Erased all stress in which; throughout the day I had been.