I stand still to think one day

"Am I dreaming?"

This question irks

my illuminant soul.



Quickly, I pinch myself

I feel no pain,

no sorrow, no joy.

An emptiness consumes me.



In the depths of mind

I wander around

slowing creating a

world which does not exist.



A world full of chaos

and peace. In a flow

the ocean crashes

against the giant skies.



My world is unstable

unending unbearable

to those who enter the

caves of my mind.



Wandering wishless

in a world of my creation

I put this question forth to you

"Are you sure you're awake?"