Daydream

Plucked and Tasted

Every day, so I don’t flounder and drown
I plant another daydream into the ground
I stand back and wait for them to take root
Every fantasy a delicate, sprouted shoot
They climb until they become entwined
These exquisite revelations growing inside my mind
But it isn’t until the fruit is plucked and tasted
I know my life wasn’t needlessly wasted