Sofa Dreams

Sitting here on this sofa reminds me of the past, of the times back home without a care. I would dream the day away, pass it thinking of the next. Not much fun you say? I tend to disagree. Crazy plans of times too quick would come and go with ease. I sit here on this sofa and they all come racing back to me. When will it come again, when I can think up a crazy plan, sitting, dreaming, wishing my time away?