The Kite

I pass out into a blissful dream Where I am not expected to do anything Be anything, mean anything Free to float and fall and flail My way through nonsensical situations Constructed by my unconscious mind Shifting sliding screens from one scene to the next Run on from one another No pauses glitches gaps Just pure unedited dreams Unravelling unwinding The string from the plastic handle I let the kite go further Higher extending reaching For the clouds that shade me from the sun And quench my thirst For the real yet insubstantial, For the actual yet unreachable, For things I look at but don’t really see; Stop hearing and really listen Listen Listen and let go.