Mulling over

I stare at the ceiling
It looks the same
White and bare
Without expression
I turn away
Moving restless
Again I settle,
Staring at the same ceiling
This time it isn`t the same
I see shining stars and moon
As though,
The real ceiling is stolen
Blue and bright
I connect the dots
Playing with the shapes
Extending far back
Into the infinite back ground......
In a jif,
I was wide-awake
And this time
It`s the same white ceiling
Gazing back
Realizing it was a dream
I smile at my thoughts!


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