Preferring To Daydream Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Evening coming upon me, tired, bored with everyday things
that concentrate instantly in the darkness, preferring to
daydream of other things bringing happiness and joy into
my mind.

Listlessly holding onto the daylight, looking over my op-
tions, seeing the logic and incessant tempting desires
coming into my mind and intellect.

Nothing able to break into my mind, nothing to be stolen
in the dark, just solitary moments of myself with self-
realizations, helping life to become more fulfilled than
it was before.