My dreams (late 1999)

I used to dream of my future
As a bright and beautiful picture
In which I was the pivot
Around which the world turned

I was a big strong super hero
Like the various “man”s of comics
But as time passed and I grew up,
I had to face the truth!

I was only an ordinary man
Whose future looked gloomy
I sit in this class to graduate
Not sure why I should

I stare endlessly at the black board
And then my note and then at my teacher
Who utters many words
Hoping that I would learn

But I feel deserted in this class
Filled with boys and girls
I couldn’t see anybody there
As I droop down half asleep

My teacher’s words I did hear
But like the sound of waves,
They ended in my ears
Not making it up any further

As time passes by,
The sounds turn freaky
They start irritating me
And I turned to something else

Then all of a sudden,
I hear a bell ring loud
All the lads thanking God
For saving their precious lives

Now I wish I had a mask
As the one Stanley got
So that I could change the world
Along with myself and be happy

I think I am going insane
For I know that there’s nothing
As a magical mask
In this world or the other

But still I dream of this mask
That would hide my face
And get me some fame
And a line of blondes after me

Maybe I am asking too much,
But it doesn’t really matter
There’s no stopping my dreams
For I am an ordinary man!

Back in action

After a struggle with scratches, bruises, a swollen hip, and a broken collar bone, I am back in action. Although not fully recovered, got enough strength to sit up and type on my PC now. Planning to post some old dreams this time. Lost somewhere in time and under a messy pile of papers in my table drawer, I recovered them recently and typed them in! New dreams have not been put to paper yet. Will do so soon and post them. By the way, who am I talking to? Is there anyone who reads my blog??