I close my eyes,
And feel the drowsiness take over.
I fall into the unfathomable abyss of my mind,
And sit up in a confused state.
I suddenly realize this is my world,
And time is not of the essence.

My dream could be full of obscurity,
Or maybe I have a lite pathway
Maybe I’m surrounded
By the sweetness of sugar plums,
Or possibly I’m confined
In a catastrophic encasement.

Maybe I’m praised like a king,
Or suspended in the dungeons like a peasant.
I could be on the highest peak,
Or a low grassy plain.
I could be unwinding on a sandy beach,
Or freezing in frozen tundra.

But in my head it’s my world
This is my dream.