Dream State
Impaired.
Is my heart
Is my dreams
Is my soul.
(at times)
Explosive.
Is my want
Is my need
Is my sadness.
(for less than mundane)
I feel lost sometimes.
As if I'm tumbling through
a forever turning
arc, spinning me into
an oblivion.
With no way to stop-
No friction beneath
my feet.
Oily soles running
upon silken ribbons
sliding throughout the
atmosphere.
Over and over.
Infinity's treadmill.
Losing my balance.
Losing my faith.
Losing........
Me.
I wake up from the
dream.
Soaked in sweat
I roll over to remember;
my dreams are never
too big, nor too small.
Only lost if not dreamt.
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