Anchor Escapement

One value to the lost time
Of obsessive daydreaming
And foolish fantasizing

Lies in how lies counterweight
Those other lies of terror.
When you realize, a bit late,

You may be in for something
Dreadful or difficult soon
With no chance to solve it now,

A plunge in mood is countered
By a little fantasy.
The more orderly persons

Come with anchor escapements
To steady that pendulum,
But if your escapism

Lacks an anchor, don’t despair.
Or do. Do despair. Then smile
At gold dust motes in the air.