Living a dream

When I wake up
rubbing my eyes
done with sleep
ready
for the waking world

I will grab in vain
the fading dreaming
lingering in my woken mind
ready to be
uncoiled and uncurled

The routine of living
will occupy time
turning minutes to hours
morning to afternoon
day into night

sucked in the vortex
of doing
I will miss the good part
of being
I may remember my dreams
just might

In the business
of being busy
I will find
or fabricate a purpose
to live fully
this almost real dream

so if I were asked
what I would want to do
when not sleeping
I would fairly
and honestly
love to just dream