Perhaps one day, I’ll see things for what they are.
Neither past nor future will hinder this perspective.
My purview will be unaltered and unfiltered, near pristine in purity.
No longer will I see beyond reality and into the world of dreams.
Life has a way of reinforcing the perils and tribulations of this disposition.
These dreams, they haunt me by daylight,
rendering me irrational and insensible where convention is concerned.
I justify notions that would otherwise be deemed mad.
And yet, I defend this state of intention,
because to leave this place would mean that I’m one-dimensional,
no more than the rest of the singular mass.
I’ll stay here in between states of consciousness,
if it means a love that will nurture and protect.