11/21/11

eyes closed on the brink of unconsciousness
new worlds begin to form behind closed eyelids
trees towers and flowers sprout from the ground
a stream trickles into existence as i set my eyes upon it
flowing softly but constant, never ceasing
my internal camera snaps shots involuntarily
the photographer in me never sleeps
always at work rushing to get the picture perfect
in print and in speech
i wander through this new place
discovering all that i have subconsciously created
entranced in one moment and surprised in the next
so much beauty and mystery weaved together into this strange world
but there also seems to be elements of sadness and captivity
this world i have created is lovely but something seems amiss
i smell no freedom and joy on the air
instead i am overcome by a sense of fearful loneliness
how can i feel so terribly afraid in such a dazzling world?
this place i've created is turning against me
no longer a place of escape but one that is trapping me in
stuck beneath this now starry sky
i lay down on my back in the middle of a grassy field
eyes closed but now seeing through the facade of this fake world
it is meaningless and brings me no true escape