Dreaming of a place somewhere far, far away (another galaxy?)

Posted on June 6, 2024 by Gun Roswell

“It’s funny how we are never happy about where we are at any given moment, always dreaming of some place else, supposedly much better than this one is“ Gun Roswell

There is one constant in the universe, or at least on this very planet, that of the dwellers, namely humans, are never happy about staying in just one single place

Whether they want to travel for a while or perhaps permanently relocate, it seems to be encoded inside of the DNA to want to be a on the move and not in one locale stay

And if stuck in the same ol same ol, what do these, two legged brainy creatures do?
Well, day dreaming all day long, of some other place far far away until they fall, into a deep sleep, most likely having the same dream on repeat

So, whether it is of a vacation soon to follow, or simply some far away distant fantasy, those yet to be undiscovered vistas at least for the one person, keeps them going on… and on and on…

Life is but a Dream

Posted on November 15, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“Don’t you wish you could live inside of a dream, at least, sometimes?” Gun Roswell

Life is but a Dream

Each night, running away from daily plight
Sitting in my designated spot, trying, not to think, a lot
Watching, my few favourite shows, again, again and again
Seems time a wasted, as in front of the tv only spent
Alas, this is my kind of a drug, trying all, that bothers me away shrug
In my dreams, filled with scenes
From real life and beyond, but this is my way of staying strong
Hoping, sooner not later, living the life instead of catering
Fantasies, unreal things, dreaming of when to sing
Alas for now, life, is but a dream
At least, that is the case for me

A Dreamers Dream

Posted on December 31, 2019 by Gun Roswell

“When dreaming, always dream big, unless, you have small dreams” Gun Roswell

A Dreamers Dream

The coolest of blues hit me, with the blues
As I sat in the seat, carefully chosen, by the coolest seas
Watching the skies, expanding in my very eyes
And then, what the hell do I spy?
An aeroplane, in mid air, in flight
Yeah, right!

It was supposed to be my special dream
From this dreaded place, for once at least to flee
But now, here I sit and watch, as others, obviously, have taken my spot
On that flying machine, up there, for all to see
And, where am I?
Well, down here, on this pretended life of a scene

But as I sit here, in my own fear
And the air vehicle, slowly into the skies disappear
I start to deep into my own thoughts sink, maybe even think
That this place, where I seem to always so long stay
Maybe, it’s not so bad, even if I am feeling sad
It’s an OK one, sometimes even fun
So, maybe, this is the dream after all
I just have to adjust and then, dream small!