Forward and far, leaving reality as I stare
briefly stopping to visit a familiar, timeless somewhere.
My head resting sideways, now heavy, and all
relaxed but my eyelids, which refuse to fall,
and cancel the new dream forming there.

To realize I’ve drifted, to stop is rare
and those around me, as I leave, don’t care
to wake me should the dream silence its call
and leave me where I’ve always been.

I see within me a world more fair,
where shadows and blurs and light cloud the air
and alone I am sent, and alone I crawl
back, to stare intently at a wall.
This endless, unexplored forever again will tear
Before me, and I am left where I’ll always be.