The sky is dark again.
Time to embark then
on another quest to find some peace in my mind
and some sleep on a short wind.
              
Up the eyelids stay
until my muscles decide
it’s time to pay the price of admission to dreamland,
leaving my lids with nothing to hold them open, they
fall and crash as my concentration begins to find some meaning
in another day.
              
Folkways and mores left behind—
people standing backwards in elevators—
making me question, reality?
My thoughts slow down
only to find unicorns eating popcorn;
green monsters lacking jealousy—          

Unwinding down
a spiral staircase to a
door with a sign saying here,
and another with a sign saying there.
        
Mind neither here nor there but caught at a “Y” in the road.
Pick one?
I fight back and forth with myself
until I slip into here.