daydream

There comes a time when I’m awake
And still daydreaming without break,
The face and eyes the body shape
A contribution to the land scape,
The Atmosphere goes up a notch
While time stops up on my watch,
I feel shivers I feel stress
And often I am left breathless,
I’m left in tatters on waking up
And feel my memory has been corrupt,
So I look forward to the next dream
And try to fill time on between.