I’m lying in my warm cacoon Encased in warm, heavy sleep Dreams sailing on the foggy shadows of my mind

I am alone in the world, Shielded from the world, And somewhere else entirely.

I’m floating in the abis of my being Suspended in deep meditation While I heal myself, renew myself.

I drift through fragile and airy visions While currents pull me into tightly woven nightmares. Yet when the morning light sinks into my eyes, I am lifted out of my cradle of sleep, and all of this is forgotten.