A different dream.

Funny. We imagine. and we dream. Sometimes wonder if we started walking and walking, whether we'd
reach where we started(the earth is kinda round u'know - but i dn know swimming that well). I imagined
myself to be a pilot, a detective, a rocket-scientist, a dragon-slayer, a chai-walla, a nobody, a somebody, a corporate (for the 1st few days after i took up commerce in school. kids these days u'know. misguided. poor fellas)... hah even a rock-star. Never a film-maker. Never an artist of vision, sound, and thought, emotion, passion, notion. Funny part is i never stopped dreaming. Still dream of the dragons and the 'leprechauns'.
Of solving crimes of collosal magnitude! Living the bindas/hardcore life of a chai-walla... And now I attempt to make those dreams a reality. Now my Hero goes on the voyage for me. Shucks! Can even walk around the whole world and reach where it started. Life is funny. I suppose we never really let go of who we are, just learn the language of the world so we can listen, speak, shout, whisper - maybe just be silent. but be Heard. N if u can master the art of dreaming within and beyond reality - my frnd u are an achiever. Un r not then abnormal - u r exceptional! 'Master of ur mind, rather than let ur mind master u'. The heart ain't where the home is - the home is where the heart is. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just misguided. Think I'll just keep on walking.