Dreamer's Disease

Have you wondered about this haze,
Or you still stuck in that never ending daze;
What about those psychedelic visions,
Or those over ambitious goals, you have set.

Doesn’t your body ever feel,
That your mind wanders in places, not so real;
Flying high amidst the mystic land,
With you lying down here, feeling so clamped.

Your mind flirts in the unconscious realm,
Traveling wide across, without leaving a trail;
Committing many a blunders… in this zombie-state,
For which…your innocent body pays the bail.

Don’t be alarmed if its happening to you,
We all are standing in the same queue;
Have to find your own cure for this unease,
Cause we have fallen prey to the age old dreamer’s disease.