As I lay covered with illusions,
My thoughts left to the heavens.
I was an abstract person,
Having lost the intent to live.
All thoughts seemed far away,
As if in a dream like state.
Yet my mind tried to make some sense
Of this illusionary world I was in.
Make believe is an escape
To a world you make up.
There in an empty bastion,
I found my peaceful sleep.
Still, I'd rather be covered with blankets than illusions these chilly mornings when I want to sleep in.
Ron