stabs at this chimera of reality
nostalgia for blissful (oblivious) routine
that carried away on its shoulders my happy past

i want to reach out beyond the smokescreen
to clutch at something real, stable
anything but this state im in
where im drowning in a dream

i need a break, new adrenaline from different scenes
away from those my eyes were trained to accept
in need of a blue sky holiday