Thoughts Racing Through My Head

My sink.

Thoughts racing through my head
Inside many castles did I tread
Dreams of greener pasture
Fame and fortune for sure
Silly thoughts
What can be bought.
How I could do this and do that
Since I was no more so fat.
I was getting insane
By thoughts I could not tame
Really getting totally off tracked
Then to earth I was brought back
By vision of my sink with dirty dishes I had to do
Or my house would smell like an animal zoo.
The feeling of grandeur now replaced
Snapped out by a chore staring at my face.
For some reason I was grateful
Being back to earth was not so awful
Too much dreams were getting  me weary
I welcomed reality though dreary.