daydreams and seclusion

Like flying kites

High above the ground of reality

To where I go into a personal unknown

Giving way into another day

Where nothing else seems to matter

In the clouds of self-distortion

I sleep on the breeze of hazy dreams

Blind eyes open to promises of prosperity

Nothing, of which, is for certain

Except for faith of perpetual composure

Time shrinks like sight in nightmares

None of which I ever explore

For which I know none will satisfy

Giving away until nil remains

Into an infinity of ignorance

Unto a new day comes the light

A warmth of surrender arouses my body

Like sweet love for the sport

Tasting the essence of capitulation

I grow tall into a being of seclusion

For every day comes the same

Every day is the day to isolate

Before you know it, reality disintegrates

Into something of a personal illusion

Until the truth comes in bitter rectification

Falling fast to the top of a bottom

There is no fear for what shall come

Except for the paranoia of the trek ahead

It's never the bend I worry about

Rather, it's how strong I am when I

Fall awake again.