Dreams

Twinkling sun is what follows me when i play in the field;
Heavy eyes feel drowned;
like the sand when it gets wet;
The evening blaze of light forces me to run home;
In a hurry;
I try to run as fast as time;
But am rooted to that very place ;
How i wish earth was not round!!
Old men running past me give me a cheerful smile;
They urge me to follow them;
But i cant;
I cant catch them as they are too fast for young people like me;
Nervous,agitated and restless;
i start crying....
Its during the darkest moment that we must focus to see the light;
Still nothing works;
Suddenly my father comes to take me;
I am thrilled to see him;
But i think he isnt;
he walks past me;
A stranger i seem;
Lonely,deserted i am.
If only i can get any help;
But i forget about the help i can give myself;
Its strange,yet real??
Is it?
I am drowning or am i in a dark world;
Most of the thing we worry about dont happen.
I wish that happens;
Because its difficult to differentiate;
Between real and surreal.