Daydream

 

The market, the people in the stalls…

in the street…cars, carts, trucks,

motorcycles weave in and out,

(not as bad as India or Japan,

but same idea).

 

You can tell something´s going on

in their heads…some faces are open,

others masks of various colors…

some are actually sleepwalking.

 

I´m not even there right now.

I´m at my computer at my place.

So this really is a daydream,

although,

I will soon be there again,

I dream.