I used to dream a dreamer’s dream
filled high on life in the sky
my bubble grew in days, months
even as long as years it lasted
reality low at my feet seemed
as untouchable as perfectly true love
my glaze over crystal clear horizons
made no need to wake from slumber
but pressure at these altitudes
changed circumstances for the worse
with air thickening from inside
all was to wait for the final bang
down, down till I fell towards the end
of a made up own actuality
waiting for the creation of new illusions
in which to crawl and hide away
- M. Trienekens -
