Endless Dreams

Each morning I open my eyes

And wake into another dream

A weary illusion repeating itself

Day after day

We are trapped beneath the reality

Among occasional flashes of dull light from above

While here there is only milky swirls

Of lazy fluid slowly enveloping us all

When awake, I long so desparately to be free

For the spirits to let go of me so I may fly

Away from this cold leaden place

Where the body grows old and heavy

The mind, too, suffers

Perhaps even more so than the body

For there is nothing to excite and stimulate it

To warm and make content the soul

At the drop of darkness

We must succumb to immobility and silence

Cold, terrifying silence, starless and empty

None here to reach out to but dust

I wait, alone and frightened

No, no longer frightened; just heart-weary

Though young in years, rapidly growing old

No warmth, no light...

Only another dream to wake up to