My own two Worlds

The wind blows right past my face
And sweeps me away
From these melancholy days,
To an indistinguishable, unending new Ray
Where my thoughts are my own
And my dreams dont wither
Unknowingly into an unknown clutter

When I wake from my slumber
On this vast Ocean
Into a solitude, I often wonder
If the parallelism between the two could obliterate
I would never have to try out new facades