Cared about, I still felt lost, then
I looked to my feet. I knew that
only I could direct them
where and when I would go
in this day and time of mine.
My wandering mind took me to
places filled with shining promise
along with stories I told myself
until I shaded in colours of reality,
mixed with dreams I hold dear.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
~ William Shakespeare, The Tempest
