Safe and Secure

I walked home alone last night.
It was scary and cold,
But if I just imagine I’m in flight,
I won’t have a vocal fold.
I could be soaring above a mountain,
Or floating on top of seas.
Simply drinking from a water fountain,
Or climbing up trees.

I have my own perfect scene set straight in my head,
So when I walk I won’t feel so alone.
Though because it’s so cold my hands may turn purplish red,
And I’ll slip from that place and feel chilled to the bone,
And when I get to that save haven called home.
I’ll be warm and serene.
Slip beneath the sheets that almost look chrome,
And Cover my head so I won’t be seen.

That thing called a dream,
Will take over my mind.
Maybe this time I’ll be eating strawberry ice cream,
Instead of seeing nothing and feeling so blind.
Though when I wake,
I might not remember,
And everything I thought was real would just be fake.
Then it’ll all start over on this day of November.