morning brushes
my rested conscience
drawing me from one world
terrifyingly into the next
images slip
my mind starts to trip
what is real?
the force of the new world outweighs
the light hearted images
that delicately play
and splay
my vision
but its inevitable
this collision
that stops my dreams in it tracks
throws me out of whack
until Im smack
in the middle
of someone elses reality
and as thoughts of that day
chase away
my melodic dreams
i scream, for them to come back
but like quick sand
the harder I reach
the further it secretes
from my memory
and the toxic seeps
deeper in my veins