Living the dream

Somewhere between days and dreams
What happens in between
- Perhaps it looks better from there

How did I come to be in this place?

Falling into the voyeur’s trap
In search of a life romantic

The sun, maybe
And blue skies

That’s what you always said made the difference
When the chips were down

So we strayed from our pasture
Packed-up and left for greener grass

For the dream

Is being born a reason to stay?
Or are we born to wander?

Always, always, always
The reasons for staying
Must outweigh
The reasons for going

Or vice versa