Even as I dream

Even as I dream

My head upon your lap,

At least that is how I remember it,

The eight million souls around us

Scraping a living

Chasing a dragon

Or some other narcotic

To keep reality

At bay

The seven billion

Across the world

Too disparate

Too unbelievably distant

To comprehend

But they are there,

We all have a cross to bear.

If I could be a submariner

I would sail beneath the sea

To find a bygone place

A mythical land

An ancient city

An Atlantis

Where I may find the answers

To all the questions in my head

The ones I never ask

For fear of drowning

In delusion.

Am I lost in a prehistoric preamble

An antediluvian seperation

From the truth of things

Stuck in a tin can

A Major Tom

Beneath the open sea

As all that is above

Disappears.

What a wonder that would be

A Nautilus adventure

Of Twenty Thousand Leagues

Lost to the world

And never ageing

Until I return

And like Queen Ayesha

I would crumble into the sand.

There is no easy way

To reel in the years

Without drowning in tears

And so I rest, in reverie

Remembering my reality

Is as it is

Not as it was

But the good in it

Will never be forgot

Nor would I ever want it so to be