A crazy night…it’s any night…in this twisted mind…
A mirage of stories…
a glimpse of heaven through an ongoing hell…
I’m addicted to the scenes…they depict me well…
Illusions high I soar through the night…
untouchable…
to the lightning bolts height….no cause for fear,
no matter how near….
a love/hate battle in a pond of rain…I barely escape,
always almost too late…
almost but it’s done…I run and I run…heart beating fast…
deliverance looks grim…
behold a new scene moves in… I’ve been here before…
this familiar place…
a Deja Vu…past life regression?…
I ponder the meaning behind this succession…
A life… a story…in a dream much less boring…
don’t wake me up…
in fact you should join me, being honest is lonely…
slide into my mind…
leave delusion behind…in truth let’s collide…
one dream at a time.

Neat poem…kudos
Nicely said, honest dreams. Thanks.