City skyline lights tall and bright,
city skyscrapers under the moon and the stars,
where the nocturnal people live and work,
through the night,
sat behind their desks,
with copious amounts of coffee,
to keep their eyes awake,
and for far too long they stare at the screens,
and their computers burn their retinas,
and their minds,
but it is not for me,
and I am asleep in the office,
in the office of my mind.
and I dream, I dream of things to be,
yes, and I have visions of the future,
and the stories that I create,
I hope to remember them,
and for them to become reality,
but there is as much chance of that,
as monkeys typing the works of Shakespeare,
and when I awake,
as much chance of them handing them to me.
For I dream to live, and I live to dream,
for time it slips away,
as grains of sand in the palm of one's hand,
but we seize what we can,
and time it shapes us,
and time it sails away,
and we race to define us and our lives as we wish them to be,
and against the clock and the hours of the day,
I live to dream, and I dream to live,
and I will never surrender,
to time for my mind will not let it be,
so, I stop the clock and I look away,
and I do not bother time,
and time does not bother me.