paranoid

Dream Escape

I sleep.

A haven from reality.

A harbor for my soul,

I'm anchored in every night.

 

In youth shore leave was full and exciting.

My adventures made me a hero,

or I became the villain.

I sometimes saved the girl,

or I was falling,

                        and falling,

                                          and falling,

but I had never hit the ground.

I've even fought the scariest of beasts,

            Giant Jumping Spiders.

I know what it's like to fly

as a bird would fly.

I've flown through rooms,

above the cities and mountain tops.

                        Oh, how I envy the birds.

Some thirty years go by,

I rarely come ashore.

I stay aboard my little ship,

below,

I'm safely tucked away.

I rock in my hammock, listening to the ocean sounds

and calmly wait for day to break.

I weigh anchor, set sail for the open sea.

I begin my daily journey back to reality.

I sail the restless sea

through calms,

                        through storms,

                                    through life's humanity.

Half way to my destination

I turn my ship around

and head to the safety

of my haven,

                      my harbor

before the night should fall.

It's here I spend another

            flightless,

                        spiderless,

                                    heroless,

                                                a dreamless night.

I wait.

A new day is upon me once again.

It brings me back,

this monotonous, small journey through the restless sea.

Eventually I will reach the end,

with my travels complete,

I will find my final destiny.