There I was grounded to the base of my domain,
Arms at my side, motionless but heart still beating.
My mind not aware of the totality that exists beyond me.
Pursuing this innate ability to momentarily erase my existing conscience,
But it would still be readily accessible once the drums ensue.
I try to escape my dearest demons, running through their fictitious maze,
The the trumpets sound, my calling is now.
The jarring ache of the percussion vibrates through my half awake mind.

I am awake.