Feeling alive, disembodied,
My senses on high, eyes are closing,
Hitting the ground, fantasizing,
Staying still, my chair is rocking.

Focusing on entities, dreaming of abstract,
Questioning divinity, defying mundanity,
Openly blind, thoroughly attentive,
Drunk on numbness, full of feeling.

So close, can almost touch it,
Palpable, slowly vanishing.
My situation, my surroundings?
My hours of sleep or my coffee?

Is it mine or just anybody's?