I feel a dread creeping
A wave of blue, approaching from afar

I look it in the eye, as it comes near
Floating in an ocean of fear

My head is above, I haven’t drowned yet
Isn’t it funny, how we seem to fret

Over mixed memories, emotions, and consciousness
Sometimes I let the waves take over

Eyes shut, yet completely sober
A sense of calm in this sea of noise

I let myself go, in solitary poise
Entering lands I make in my head
Reality fades and I feel the dread

How do I know if my vision is blurred
When I can never see the fabric unfurled
The woven mesh of reality, in which I abide
My mind, with mere senses to guide

I cannot escape the illusion I create

Like an ant teetering on the edge of a leaf
Are we simply hanging on to reality by our senses

What we think of as real

Could just be a dream in someone else’s mind

Perhaps the dread stems from her kind
Maybe she sees things better than I do
Maybe she creates that wave of blue

So sometimes, I let it take me.