Single flower in the field
Radiant with colour
One of a kind
Pick it for your own or leave it be
What would you do if you were me?
Endless miles without pause
The horizon getting ever closer
Like a cracked mirror the image splintered
How long had I been holding my own hand
Had it been the entire time?
It was like, a beautiful dream,
You were there, so were you and you and you,
But you; you weren’t there, you were nowhere to be seen,
You didn’t appear, in my beautiful dream.
I was asleep, and fully awake.
I have had the ability to control my dreams for many years, all it takes is a simple tell, a small inconsistency and that’s it, I know I’m dreaming.
The mental fatigue I suffer the next day is a small price to pay for the freedom of a living dream.
Over the years I’ve mastered my control of scenes, setting and even what people are in my dreams. My most favoured skill is the ability to fly, with it I travel the world and feel truly free.
Flying feels pretty good.