I woke up this morning,
more tired than the night before.
With my eyes sealed shut,
I made my way to the bathroom door.
Rubbing my eyes, I saw stars--
I felt myself spin.
I opened my eyes,
but my dream state didn’t end.
Looking in the mirror, I saw my eyes black as space.
I would say they were just as captivating, too.
When will I merge back into reality?
When will this world fade back into
the deepest part of my subconscious?
I’ve been running all night in a vivid wonderland,
but now I should come back home,
back down to Earth.
I step into the shower,
and through the hot water,
feel my spirit return to my body.
As the boiling water
runs down my sore form,
I feel a piece of me come back,
and another disappear.
I’m not meant to be HERE.
I am meant to be there.
I long to bypass
this worldly routine,
to close my eyes,
and drift back asleep.
Earth is where I reside,
but Mars is in my mind.
I am an extraterrestrial,
among my own kind.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
I woke up this morning,
more tired than the night before.
With my eyes sealed shut,
I made my way to the bathroom door.
Rubbing my eyes, I saw stars--
I felt myself spin.
I opened my eyes,
but my dream state didn’t end.
Looking in the mirror, I saw my eyes black as space.
I would say they were just as captivating, too.
When will I merge back into reality?
When will this world fade back into
the deepest part of my subconscious?
I’ve been running all night in a vivid wonderland,
but now I should come back home,
back down to Earth.
I step into the shower,
and through the hot water,
feel my spirit return to my body.
As the boiling water
runs down my sore form,
I feel a piece of me come back,
and another disappear.
I’m not meant to be HERE.
I am meant to be there.
I long to bypass
this worldly routine,
to close my eyes,
and drift back asleep.
Earth is where I reside,
but Mars is in my mind.
I am an extraterrestrial,
among my own kind.
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