A choice, I suppose, Between the real and the dreams. I choose to sleep on, To experience dreaming: In the clouds, in the visions.
So, I could roll it All back… back to the gamble That had two faces, The gamble I took out there That looked back while looking forward.
I follow the tracks Leading all the way back to The storm clouds above. What a journey! Adventure Through the veiled night of cloaked turmoil.
Truly, the light fades As oxygen is consumed. I possess a new Set of inward, fearful sights Blurred by the real, like raindrops.
Gasping seems to be My coping mechanism. If I’m struggling To breath then I know that things Around me must be solid.
Perhaps it would be Best to feel something for once. Feeling experience / Feeling a touch of the wind / Feeling the tightening cord /
Objective: A dream That can take root in my mind And perhaps go on Beyond the moments I lay Catatonic in my cell.
My punishment is A taste of the freedom that I deny myself As I chain myself to the Anchor of doom plunging deep.
If I am guilty Of a crime against myself The evidence of My wrongdoing will be found Playing over and over In my long recurring dreams.
Slow clouds crawl across The unblinking moon’s vision Blinkering it from My night time crimes committed Against myself yet again.