Lost in an uncertain sea.
Adrift, floating toward nonentity.
Your body feels heavy,
Finally it completes the remedial sugar dance,
Of perfection and expectation.
Your eyes refuse to concentrate.
Their defiance almost frustrating.
Eventually, your lids tremble.
Rebellion, it only lasts so long.
They close.
The words from your tongue are tart.
Every sentence an unfathomable mumble.
Each step you take is unstable.
Your fragile, about to crash but something carries you.
Magnetic.
Compelling.
The line between truth and imagination has become paper thin.
If only you could slip between.
A whispy lace covering, was separation, today.
But I knew that you could still understand the difference.
You submit to Dreamland,
Let it carry you, so again you‘re floating.
Out from your walled sanctuary.
Leaving the land you once considered home.
Severing the ties that once bound you.
Finally you taste freedom.
Light on your tongue,
In your hand you cup the foreign, impossible, unimaginable.
But it’s here.
Palpable, fragile, struggling in your hand.
You finally submit to Dreamland.