Confusion Ends

Sleepless
Lying prone
And quite alone
Breathless
Images forming
Arising, slinking
I hear the words
I see the signs
I know it all means something
I watch the faces
I travel afar
In my astral car
Still seeking, looking
Restless
So tired
Really wired
Listless
Images rise
Under indigo skies
I listen to the sounds
I explore the horizon
I know it all means something
I follow leads
And look for clues
In my astral shoes
Still seeking, searching
Questless
Did I arrive?
A story to contrive
Lifeless
Did it just end?
A permanent ascend

astral

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