Off the road to Maddened-lay - NaPoWriMo2023 #14

When I am tired
I phase out
and daydream,
 
imagining myself
going off my head
and laughing along
merrily down the road
with brain as back-seat passenger
 
too fatigued
or past it
to care.
 
Deep in madness's
embrace
bosom,
a happy place
snuggled from worry
 
Because padding keeps the world out
while the party within
my mind's eye
is in full swing.
 
Then I jerk back to  
waking reality
and find things
just a bit stale.
 
There's always time to go mad
with the  
honeyed thought.