It is not often that I am awake. Eyes are open, but the view is aerial. The mind in autopilot, the body moves automatically. A spectator to my own life, Control eludes me. Until suddenly, I have a glimpse. Consciousness grows. My hands grasp At the opportunity, Unwilling to let go. I plunge into darkness. Willing to submit to defeat. The first conscious decision. And, the last as my autonomy gradually Drifts.