Gray Dreams

I've been busy lately
too busy for music
too busy for reading
too busy for almost all but work.
Should it really be surprising
that my dreams are also disjointed?

I am not home,
no presence of my friends
no forests nor gardens,
no fresh cool air nor pretty landscapes,
but what I have in photos, letters, and dreams.

It becomes a point of disharmony
and of restlessness
that my dreams should be
not of what I miss
but of grey metal and work.