My eyes closed and I began to dream Not a dream that sleep inspires But one that is born of deep breaths And calm minds And legs twisted like pretzels I think meditation is the proper word But I just call it dreams
In these dreams, reality will not touch me Will not touch my fragility Hanging on by a thread Twisting in the unconsciouse Naked and afraid in the chilling dark
I don't control these dreams Not am I lead by them I can suggest paths to travel Or to avoid Or I can simply end the illusion Eyes wide open usually does the trick That or a knock on the door...