Treading water in the Ocean of my mind.
Thinking of what lies below
in the crushing black abyss
that is my subconscious.
Hoping that when I drift off
into my nightly slumber
the dreams which come to visit
are reflections of my nirvana,
and not that of my hell.
The convections which bring
my subconscious to the surface
are vehicles for my hopes
as well as my fears.
The current of my thoughts
carries with it the beautiful fish
as well as the hungry sharks.
Each is fleeting, as are we.