He lays his back onto the grass with hands entangled behind his head. He looks up to the fading blue sky with a splash of white that speaks greatly of the greek mythologies of love..
He shuts his lids heavy not with sleep but what the ordinary man would call fantasies. He visualises himself part of the shakespear times, clad not as the tyrannic machoman but rather as the smooth wordy suitor that knows his way around the maidenheads, oldhags and men intelligent enough to feature in the house of the commons. Part of his datdream entaills him becoming great not by the sword Tsk.. Tsk God knows bloodshed is not his favourite sport but well for him, A man good with the art of language- he gladly smiles on that because such men desrve all the best the land has to offer.
The people close to him call him the lazy brat.. Aah should he worry?, no he decides against it because unlike his hooligan mates running around looting people’s hard earned monies and pursuing every lass without a care of how cupid would feel, His walk to this place he calls sacred gives his life meaning!!
clearly all the girls he knows have listened to Dolly Parton’s “don’t fall in love with a dreamer” perharps that explains his bad luck with trying to charm even just one- they either just won’t yield or do not believe in happily forever after!!. Today he decides he will not stop the vice, his dreams are his treasures. despite his actual small frame, his muscles ripple in there, the art with which he envisions himself make love to his education, his work and finally to that maidenhead!! Who says he should give up his dreams? Do the people even know how much his mind would cost if it were auctioned?
with renewed annoyance just like it usually is when he walks back to his shack with the orange sky of dusk colouring the environ, he vows he won’t stop,not in this life or the next..
“close thy eyes dearest daydreamer and travel on to a world far far away”- Unknown