I wander through this maze, into fog banks and gloom filled haze. Sailing along on this calm river of peace and tranquility, as the serenity of my mind becomes at one with itself.
I watch on as dreamy dancers daintily drift amongst daffodils, as the sunlight brightens the solitude of shade.
Inside this head, in this floating bed, I lay with wreaths of creeping ivy around my head.
Stretched out arms entwined around woven duvet; lost under the cover of a world which is bound by memories of this forgotten day.
In the darkness, with a glimpse of light behind me, I gazed through the windows of my soul and found an empty void that echoed with visions and voices calling me
from the past. And through this passage of sleepless time, I faded into a land distant and far, where I become entwined with this, my one and brightest star.
Inside this head, in this room of neurons and memories stare, conjured from the desires and emotions of a life
long since dead.
There are remnants of people's faces, and places that I once knew, gathering on the foreground of my mind.
Trapped behind dreams I once had, all of which did not come true.
Here in this head, restrained and bound by my feet I can not escape from this box of pure delight.
I see but can not hear, I touch, but in this dark
and mysterious place, my senses confuse me so I no longer know what is, and what is not real, here inside this head.
