Daydreaming

A poem flowing from the stream of daydream consciousness

Photo by Bruce Christianson on Unsplash

Sometimes I wake
And wonder if I’m awake
or if I’m still dreaming
Still laid in this bed
Scheming
Seeming real
But it doesn’t quite feel
Or just keeps repeating
Forever yet fleeting
Never fully receding
Just spinning on and on
Whirling and turning
Twirling and yearning
For a world unfurling
That sends me reeling
Out of control
Down the rabbit hole
And on and on
In slow motion
As if I’m running
too slow up a hill
And yet standing still
And the rest of me
Is still racing slowly
Deeper down the hole
Beyond the tenable and terrestrial
Too big and yet too small
Too short and yet too tall
Too flummoxed by the fall
To know what may befall
What dreams may come
And what meaning will
Be made of it all

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