Caught

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?