Little Zone

Is this real or fantasy? This feeling of release. In the corners of my dreams, I’m floating in your heaven. Tasting my life. It's numb again. So I close my eyes and it begins.

Dark night of loneliness open the gates of illusion. Wandering this bridge of illusion with white clouds caressing my soft heart, bringing me to the wonderful fantasyland. And giving my mind free reign to explore space.

I’m standing at the back. Waiting here in line while hoping that I’ll find what I’ve been chasing. So, the journey starts. I climb this steep hill watching so still. I took to the fears of all I held but up on this height, a majestic sight flooded the skies with stars. 

I shot for the stars in the skies. But I’m stuck on the ground. So why did I try when I know I’m going to fall down? I thought I could fly, so why did I drown into the stormiest sea? I never know why it’s coming down. I know that I could sail the world to search through the darkest waters but I'd never find the golden heart.

I can't stumble here. It's obviously not a good thing to stumble in the middle of a journey. I'm safe inside my head and when I wake up, I'll forget. I’ll come back to my mess. So I'll not leave the wonderful fantasyland. I just want to stay asleep. Slip further in my ecstasy. I just want to stay safe inside my mind, in my own little zone. The place where I could hide.

And I don’t want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.