Odd.

That’s the only way to describe it.

How life keeps on going yet I’m watching from the summit.

I look around and everything is gray, a dull, empty world.

But then I close my eyes and color spreads, painting up vivid dreams.

It’s like I’m asleep, but I still am aware.

It’s like I’m not me, but I’m conscious in the world I bare.

In the clouds?

No, in the stars.

Beyond our mind,

And beyond the bars.

Vivacious gestures, twirling through the square.

Scintillating sun casting down with flair.

Ebullient laughter by each affair.

Coruscating structures, enter, if you dare.

In the clouds?

No, in the stars.

Beyond our mind,

And beyond the bars.

It’s like I’m alone in feeling lost to my own mind.

It’s like I’m not me, but I stumble through blind.

I look around and everything is fuzzy, a blurry, puzzling image.

But then I close my eyes and it’s clear, revealing stories and paths untold.

Odd.

That’s the only way to describe it.

How everything seems normal, but I rest within the split.