Doodles of the Insane

I see a dream, vibrant  and colourful, unfolding in front,  With vivid wings and pretty plumage  Sitting atop in its camouflage,  in a near perfect  rainbowy  background.  And I slowly and drowsily sleepwalk towards my beacon of light.  A light that blinds my eyes shut, So I could atleast dream in peace. The sleepwalking has turned  into sleep-running, out of need.  I am so near, yet so far.  Maybe even worlds apart.  “How would they taste?” I dream within a dream.  The distance doesn’t detest me.  I strive. I thrive.  And finally, I arrive, in touching distance of my desires.  My arms reach out to embrace it.  And with my first touch, The blinding light goes off absurdly. The shut eyes, wide open now  involuntarily but nevertheless  brimming with excitement.  There in, I stand, stranded,  to my dismay, dismantled, in a momentary lapse of confusion, and waking up to a reality devoid of fantasy, and  queuing  up i