musings

sometimes, more often than seldom
but less that always
I allow myself fantasies
they spring alive
as if by external forces
and I let them run their course
justifying their existence
by the simple logic that they do no harm
but in many cases my logical matrices
are activated and promptly bring said fantasies to an end
they are most often successful when I sleep
my mind at rest they take on a full life
it is more that a theater of the absurd
of the wishful fancies of the lovelorn
many times things happen that surprise both
the waking me and the dreamer me
we pause and ponder on events and details
and wonder how they came about
sometimes it is an actions or a stream of actions
sometimes a word with all that wonder and danger
that accompanies words
of course I prefer my sleeping fancies
where I exist void of the ego
and all is possible in action and intent.