Why does my absurd fantasy never takes place?

It's easier to sit on my window and to watch the rain falling out there. In these beautiful sad days when the skies are painted in silver and the winds blow sweetly as cold as the raindrops.

It's easier to delight in the sight of the movement of the trees. The sound of those green leaves and raindrops hitting the ground. Wondering if my dreams are too far from reach.


Wondering that in days like today I'll be dressed in gray. Driving somewhere out there.
Nothing can touch me. Nothing can defeat me. Nothing can bring me down.
I'm safe away from my sorrows. Safe about myself. Working a respectable job. Taking a course of economics. Driving homeward to a peaceful place. 


Somewhere I can see the sky and the stars shining at night. Somewhere I can breathe in solitude, in silence. Somewhere I belong. Light curtains and smooth white sheets on the bed dancing to the movement of air across the room half-lighted.

It's easier to fall into a daydream. Wondering the perfect life I ever dreamed at my window. 
It's waiting for me out there. Calling my name by the night fall.