My bones advance but my skin stays rigid
My holy grail stays retreating
to the horizon of my hallucination
Why can I not run in my dreams?

atmosphere is lined with honey
each movement I take reminds
of traipsing through an upstream current
Why can I not scream in my dreams?

Magma is poured down my throat
hardening my vocals as I
serenade the empty expanse of nought
Why can I not sing in my dreams?

i see most when my eyes do not
My sealed lids mirroring my penetrable desires,
weakness draped in my clothes
the galloping of the high horse she sits upon

Trapped in the prison of my own mind
chained in my fragile hibernation
I sleep
for an escape from my disillusioned aspirations,


but I cannot run in my dreams.