I lay in bed
Hitting sixes every over
The fastest century ever scored
The crowd chanting my name
Other days
Winning a Nobel
Or saving the planet
My mind filing away
Recognition
Purpose
Connection
Fantasy gives instantly
Reality asks for something first
So I stay a little longer
One more innings
One more standing ovation
A private cinema
Where every ending goes my way
The century was never scored
The Nobel was never won
Life kept moving
While I remained still
Present in imagination
Absent from participation
