Caught like a dream within a dream
I sit in this enchanted forest
Of my own making.
Basking in the clear blue sunshine
Looking out on these sparkling waters
I dream.
I've been here for a while now,
Glowing, like a sphere of light,
Nothing can touch me
No one can hurt me,
In this dream like creation
Of my own making.
So why is it that the bees buzzing,
The flowers blooming
And the quaint grass bearing our imprint
Reminds me of the chains
Rattling at my ankles
Gleaming, stinging
Unlike this ethereal haven
Of my own making?
