As you sit in your world Watching the sky My sell is flying Turn away Try to wake No more thoughts Then to my sights A blur follows every movement The mind is in a room See the walls as they twist and flow The floor is no longer Darkness beneath your being Write home soon before you wake Cracks in the pavement distort Egyptian patterns Towers rise to the heaves Where is your ride Why can’t you speak Run to the dark through the right Can you tell me what time it is All day, no food, not hungry Feeling as though death is neat No worries Long day, long night Sleep will come as you dream of the norm One thought shall return The trip was good.