Random walk

Random walk and thoughts, try to get a grasp, but they're just a flash, just a sec and then it's gone, like a dream..I know it's there, in the back of my mind, something..a quiet wave, a discreet conection to all that is, stealthily cuddling within me. My thoughts are not my dreams. My thoughts must be concreet, rather than a mystic fume. Still, sometimes I like to dream, not to speak, just to feel, just to feel, just like everyone else. Would I be free if I could fly? I would still have to land from time to time, what if ground would not receive me anymore...