The road ahead is a field of dreams

Where mind lives beyond its means

Buying the untouched horizon

To block light that can enlighten

In that darkness, we’re freed

Awareness, we’re obliged to cede

Played upon by momentary dreams

Yearnings burst at the seams

The moment time is introduced

Present can’t be future proofed

Mind goes ahead or stays behind

To its dreams, we’re confined

Life isn’t a road, but the sea

To Nature, we make a quiet plea

Take us not away, but back in

Between dream and reality, the line’s thin