Sometimes...

I want to run to places, get away, be free.
See more the world.,

My mind travels freely.
I want to be free of the yoke of work.
I want to see more Ireland...more Spain, London and Stonehenge.

Then I remember that I'm not that young any more.
Having a  house and family and a fish, is to be tied.

Not young any more. Some things  in my body, don't work as advertised.
But then, you have dreams, like the one I had last night.
It was beautiful. She was expecting me. All was in sort of secrecy and perfectly unplanned. She has no name. doesn't need one. I know who she is, since long ago.

The morning comes. And it's you again.

The fish is hungry. Comes to the glass waving fins.
The bed needs to be made and is...is somehow harder to bend to put your own socks.

Eight o'clock comes. And you are there.
The shelter waits for you.
They have to go home and there are medications to be given.
The phone begins to ring.
All is "normal".

The dream has now a schedule and a pay check attached to it.
But as long as we live, we'll have the night. And the night is the playground of the incarnated soul.