The hurtling bus comes to a crowded stop .
In the sea of humanity I am but a drop.
Alighting quickly I am one amongst the rest.
In the eternal rat race to be only the best.
With the monotonous dreariness of the treadmill
I walk on and up, towards a summitless hill.
With a cursory glance I see the robot army of which I am part
The mechanical motions and the dull steel of the heart.
An unthinking, unfeeling, a dullened and numbed mind
Only a zombie like dream state seems left behind.
The diaphanous curtain billows over the window sill.
Night settles into weary eyes with their eyelashed frill.
Then Sleep lifts me from this world of automaton
And I gently drift the streets with Hope as a beacon.
I reach this hill that was blue in the distant.
Seemed so familiar I knew it in an instant.
In the fraction of a moment I scaled it to the top
For I hitched a ride on a cloud as a rain drop !
All six senses seem alive and well
When in this dream state I seem to dwell......
Which of these worlds, has my life taken?From which of these dreams do I need to awaken?
Writer's Island prompt : "Fantasy"