Flight on the wings of fantasy...

 You’re sitting on that train called ordinary day -- musing  

  Looking out the window like every other passenger--refusing    

 To let your destination be written on the back page of the newspaper     

 Your sweet imagination is your comfort and your coat of armour

Though fate can be a cruel mocker-- you stand stronger than an archer     

 Though the train moves along with speed beyond your control

Trying to break your will by the over-whelming pull of acceleration   

Shaking and screaming, meandering with unrelenting movement,

Your fingers tighten and clutch in desperation while you tremble

And shudder-- until the light appears again with unprovoked anger.

 You simply close your eyes and day appears as you would have it   

Wrapped in a dream, a serendipitous flight on the wings of fantasy;       

Whisper sweet nothings; smile, kiss and make love to the ordinary day.