I often look out to the distant view hoping it would reveal some answers. And as distant as the view is how hopeless I know that I will receive enlightenment. Then I narrow my eyes and the image gets blurry. As habit, I have trapped myself in Daydream. When I do, I spoil myself with the best my imagination could offer. It was an effective outlet at first. But now, I’ve made it an escape, this daydreaming; even daydreaming unintentionally when the real world gets too much to handle. An escape from the bars of dullness, the lock of monotony, and the walls of restlessness the prison of my life is constructed of.
