Asleep.
Eyes open,
Yet not seeing.
Functioning,
Moving, but
Not aware.
All actions like an
Involuntary muscle response,
As thoughtless as a
Heartbeat.
I can see, but
Have no vision.
No plan, just
Reaction.
People are shapes,
Passing like
Clouds in the sky,
Dissolving in the mist that
Surrounds me.
I see a door,
I go through,
With no regard as to
What's on the other side.
Do my actions have
Impact?
Is this my dream, or
Someone else's?
I am on a sailboat,
At the mercy of the wind
And the waves.
But this ocean is my mind,
The wind is my creation,
Swirling around me,
Illusions of control and
Loss.
Whether the
Recipient or
Source,
I am here,
Navigating my own
Frontier.
Why is the ultimate
Question,
And also the most
Pointless.