It's funny what can trigger a daydream:

The smallest nothing is often enough

To make me forget real life and set off

On some vague journey through my favourite theme

Of how wonderful existence would be

If I had more luck. Yes, such dreams, Lord knows,

Help pass the time, but it does worry me

A little that the gap between what goes

On in my head and in reality seems

To be increasing with each passing day.

I am not suggesting by this that I'm

Going insane. No, I just fear daydreams

Can be intoxicating, can make time

Not just pass, but completely slip away.